The sign may not look promising, but just down the road is an outstanding collection of art.

A man named Noah Purifoy spent the final 15 years of his life here, transforming a few acres of parched desert into a stimulating carnival of sculpture.

Two months ago I flew to Los Angeles, picked up a rental car and drove east 4 hours into the Mohave desert. My goal was a long weekend exploring Joshua Tree National Park.  While browsing tourist brochures in town one day, I came across information about a large open air sculpture “museum” devoted to the work of Noah Purifoy. I had never heard of him. Though he was well known on the west coast, I had spent my formative adult years ensconced in famously self-absorbed New York City; very few west coast artists were on my radar. So I stumbled upon these inspiring acres as naive as I could be, knowing nothing but the man’s name.

Innocence can be an asset…

After I got home I did some research.

I learned that the man whose work enchanted me that afternoon in the desert had a fascinating life.  Interspersed with my photographs of his installations are glimpses of his life and links to more information.


Purifoy (1917 – 2004) lived a long life with careers that swung from one endeavor to another; he worked in social work and child welfare, education, window dressing, program administration and art making. Born in rural Alabama to poor African American sharecroppers, he managed to obtain a good education, ultimately holding three degrees.

Art was not part of his life until well into adulthood, after he had moved to L.A. Almost on a whim, he decided to attend Chouinard Art Institute in 1951, becoming – by dint of his own insistence – it’s first full time black student. For a period after that he did high end furniture and store design for Hollywood types.  Moving back into work that could directly benefit people in need, he co-founded an art center in the poor neighborhood of Watts, adjacent to the Watts Towers.

A year later the neighborhood went up in smoke in the infamous Watts Riots. Always a tinkerer with various objects and intrigued by the appearance of the ruins left from fires and looting, he and some friends gathered pieces of detritus from the ruined neighborhood. A year later they fashioned them into a well received exhibit: 66 Signs of Neon.

That experience was the beginning of a different artistic impulse for Purifoy, an impulse that fully flowered years later in the hot Mohave desert, far from the city.

It’s hard for me, brought up middle class white, to imagine Purifoy’s layered understanding of race, culture and politics. He was just a generation or two away from slavery, he spent his earliest years in Alabama, he fought in WW II, was well educated…it’s a heady mix of influences!  I have my own history with racial hate in America – a very different one – but I have no trouble relating to Purifoy’s work.

In the late 80’s Purifoy moved to the desert from Los Angeles at the suggestion of a friend who owned land near the small town of Joshua Tree.  Slowly, he transformed the property into a sophisticated, intellectually stimulating art center.  Now purposely kept low key by a foundation and not publicized, the site is hard to locate.  But once you find it there is no question that you’re stepping into magic.

The amusing piece below was the first one I saw. It seems ready to accommodate a crowd that might squirm uncomfortably in their seats as they are pulled around the site while a docent talks about the virtues of each installation.

But thankfully, there are no docents.  You’re free to wander at your heart’s content, in the stillness…

and likely alone, as I was most of the afternoon.



Purifoy did not believe in making art to convince people to think or feel something in particular.  He thought that was an insult and would detract from the the essence of the creative process.

The sculpture below is maybe 25 feel long and 8 feet tall. It’s fashioned out of a multitude of discarded objects, arranged in the most ingenious ways. That’s a mirror on the right. The column on the left is covered with oyster shells.



A close up:

I love this sculpture – there is such delight and freedom in it but it also has a strong formal presence. It’s made from dozens of heavy baking trays.

Evidence of Purifoy’s life here is doled out in tantalizing bits and scraps, like the art.  The trailer where Purifoy lived is locked and the windows boarded up, allowing no curious peeks inside.  But an open-air room near the trailer, featuring an old refrigerator and crooked metal shelves stacked haphazardly with books, reveals some of the practical and eccentric sides of the man.




Desert breezes weave through the room, rifling book pages, conjuring ghosts.

Purifoy stated that being human itself is not the essence of being, but rather the human in relationship to the world is the real essence of being.


Late afternoon sun reflects a Joshua tree on the door to the locked trailer.

Inside and outside mingle. Boundaries blur.


Piles of materials lie waiting in the open air for the next piece that will never be made.

It all becomes a ready made sculpture for the opened eye.


Purifoy said that art and the creative process are different from one another; his impulse was to interrelate the the creative process with art, as he did with his own mind and body to make a whole person. He spoke of having oceanic experiences – levitating for hours in his room back in LA. He studied Jung and Freud, Husserl and Heidegger, developing his own philosophy by analyzing which parts of other people’s thinking made sense with his own experience in the world.

I would love to have had the opportunity to sit at his side out here and listen. But hours spent immersed in his work was ample food for my mind.


Below, 3 crosses dialog across the desert air with  3 fetishes – lively and loose, profound but playful, for me this piece expresses the essence of Purifoy’s work. Questioning religion, spirituality, art making traditions, and probably more I haven’t thought of, the piece rises above ideas of propriety or art history, charging the air with good-hearted  wisdom.



Purifoy’s work out here in the desert seems mostly unmolested as it weathers into eternity.  Maybe I’ll get back here some day and find the colors and textures a little paler, the angles even farther from 90 degrees, but I trust the basic human creative impulse will still ring loud and clear.


A complete oral history of Purifoy’s life can be found here. It was completed as part of a UCLA Oral History Program.

Purifoy’s sculpture doesn’t come on the market often. I was surprised to read that next month one of his sculptures will be up for bidding at the Swann Gallery in New York, part of a special auction of  African-American art from the 60’s and 70’s.

An excerpt from a 2003 exhibition catalog from the Haggerty Museum of Art, Marquette University:

Noah Purifoy
From his days as an art student at Chouinard Art Institute in
Los Angeles (1951-54), Noah Purifoy resisted the traditional
approach to art based on drawing and painting. Instead he
chose to “find his own way,” inspired in part by the Dada
artist Marcel Duchamp, who challenged the boundaries of art
and explored the connections between every day objects and
art. The Brockman Gallery director Dale Davis remembers
Purifoy as an artist who challenged the community with his
art. “He was controversial, not well understood but interesting
to those who gathered around the Brockman Gallery.”32
Purifoy’s background as a social worker made him conscious
of the needs of at risk members of society, and he determined
to use his art to advance social change.
Both the Duchampian influence and his commitment to art as
a means of social change influenced his choice of materials
and the form of his art. The debris from the riots provided a
natural starting point for the materials, and the wasted urban
shapes already reduced to abstractions called for abstract
forms in the art. “Purifoy was struck by a thought: What if
these people could look at junk in another way—as a symbol
of their being in the world,….What effect could art have upon
the people who are living right inside of it? ‘Junk’ means
wasted unusable material. Transferred to human beings it
means a life of despair, uselessness, and hopelessness. The
resurrection of the discarded material could represent the resurrection
of the people who have been discarded by circumstance.”


The Purifoy desert site  as featured in Atlas Obscura.

A bird’s eye view of the surrounding land.  The site (not visible) would be in the middle.  This gives you a good idea of the spare beauty of the desert here.

The catalog from the 66 Signs of Neon exhibit, with quotes by Purifoy and photos of the work.

Obituary from the LA Times.

More coming in a future post!


  1. “I would love to have had the opportunity to sit at his side out here and listen. But hours spent immersed in his work was ample food for my mind.”
    Ah but you did spend hours at his side, and you did listen. His physical presence did not need to be there for you to interact with him. His art spoke to you and filled you with the most fantastic essence, a most delicious energy and both remain with you still today and most definitely in all your tomorrows. That my friend, is time well spent in most excellent of conversations!

  2. Lynn, this is really fascinating. The artwork and life story of Noah Purifoy are inspiration for all people that they can live eclectic and varied lives, become self-educated, and follow their dreams, whatever they are. Your photos, as always, are wonderful. This is a place I would love to visit. :-)

  3. What an utterly unique find this was. I’m so glad you’re going into Noah’s life and work in such depth. He’s such an amazing character and it shows in his work . The baking trays were my favorite.

    • Maybe you’ll get down there – who knows? I’m so glad I happened to read that little local tourist brochure – otherwise I wouldn’t have known this was nearby.

  4. I thoroughly enjoyed this post, and for you your visit was clearly a most exciting experience. The collection of exhibits is both eclectic and eccentric and yet there is a distinct Purifoy ‘thumb-print’. Your title is very apt. The size and 3D nature of the pieces and their unique location make any judgement difficult. Repeatedly I find myself admiring immensely the inventiveness, creative energy, determination and single-mindedness of the man rather than being artistically appreciative of the work
    As usual you have conveyed a keen sense of place and atmosphere in your photographs, which sometimes flatter the original objects.

    • It’s true that to be there, amidst all the work, and wander around discovering details, is a great experience. It may not translate quite so well. I’m glad to hear the sense of place is there. And it’s also true that some of these would look very different in a white-walled gallery. It’s impressive that he did these when he was older, isn’t it? Yes, he had a huge amount of creative energy.

      • I’m interested in the fact that they were produced in his later years. They give the feeling that the creative energy has been bottled up and has suddenly exploded. From personal experience, I think there is a growing urgency to create while there is still time and some of the other demands on us have eased.

  5. Wonderful post, enjoyed every bit of it! Wow, partytime for the artist and the photographer as well. I’d love to see it for myself. :-)
    Thank you so much for sharing this unique work with us.

  6. I love the images of the books and paint cans! Really great!

    Thanks so much for visiting my blog, liking some posts and taking time to comment! So glad you did and I look forward to you visiting again soon, and perhaps even following! You mentioned that you found me via Chillbrook. Funny thing that you may not have realized, but I am a follower of your blog and enjoy your work! I found you through Adrian as well! Small world!

    Take good care!

  7. Wow, overwhelming and so excited for you Lyn that you found this incredibly special place which you appeared to have all to yourself, to wonder and wander . . .

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