Not all of us paint, but we all travel.
For me, painting is a journey - exciting, tedious, and freeing. When I choose a
destination, or envision an image I want to create, I often doubt my choice. I
wonder if it’s a waste of time. Yet I pack my bags and commit to the journey.
The image begins to unfold slowly. I move through the process. What once felt
mysterious becomes familiar. I invest energy into ideas that sometimes fail. I
walk down different paths, seek new places, and return again. Suddenly,
there’s a breakthrough. I see light I hadn’t noticed before. So I go on, further.
Upon my return from my trip, I look back. The struggles, the moments of
joy and awe - they’re behind me now. What remains are the memories, and
a painting.
And as I rest, I begin to dream again. Of the next place. The next image.
The journey begins once more.
