It is usually during late night conversations with friends that these trips happen. I fell into 2 different sets of friends last year and I went to 2 different places with each of them. Both trips were amazing and I went with the right people. If I was moving all the time then maybe I wouldn't be as starry-eyed and mouth down to the floor about the places I've been to. But I am and I get like that every time. It doesn't matter where it is - if I haven't been there it will be the most amazing destination to me at that very moment. I feel lucky and grateful to have the chance to see something new and different. I'm not a religious person but I get the feeling some higher entity of something awesome is looking out for me and helping me go to all these spots.
This year doesn't seem any different. At the moment, I have tentative trips to Montana, Boston and Texas to visit friends that have moved there. I'm also planning a overseas trip with friends - destination unknown. There was mentions of England, Eastern Europe, the Dominican Republic and possibly Antigua. And although I haven't spoken with my Brooklyn buds, I know they would been down for another trip to the lands of Mordor, perhaps? hahaha not really. I am not a person to say no to traveling in general. A trip to the grocery store! Not as thrilling as any trips outside of the Commonwealth of Virginia.
If I'm still yearning to travel but on a budget, I always have Brooklyn to go to. That is never a boring destination. I love hanging out with my friends and kicking back in the city that literally does not sleep. I've been up at all hours of the night and something is always going on. It's only 4 hours away from my house so it would be wrong of me not to take advantage of it. Good foods, awesome friends and you always come back with stories to tell people back home.
All this talk about traveling does not leave enough time to make art. I need to become more discipline if I plan to have it be in my future. So I managed to work on one small painting in the midst of moving into a new place. I'm still not sure what it means. My subconscious surprises me once more. It's a figure that is disconnected from it's body and is in a vortex of darkness. I know it sounds really emo. I will say I have the hardest time expressing my feelings so the only way I know how to express it is by painting. I'm not some tortured soul incapable of verbal expression. I can verbalize. I am just being a butt head. I have found that the unspoken sometimes leads to some pretty awesome paintings and drawings.
And with that, I must go finish a sketchbook I'm working on for The Sketchbook Project.
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