I try and get out there, travel as much as I can when I can and if you combine that with the type of personality that loves to hoard things of little to no value, you end up with a person who’s got a stash of postcards and travel trinkets that could rival a gift shop.
Thankfully though, for both my house storage capacity and my friendships, I love sending and sharing all the travel ephemera i’ve picked up. So sometimes when i’m writing to a friend who suffers from the occasional bout of wanderlust that I do, I might stuff 1 or 2 (or 10) postcards into the box and send it on it’s merry way. And then add a magnet or keychain, maybe a cool rock or leaf. I like to think of myself as an intelligent, mature near-adult but when i’m sitting on my office floor surrounded by postcards and bits of tape stuck on my pjs, trying to decide what sea shell to send on the basis of which one seems prettier, I gotta admit I’ve probably still got years to go.
Its definitely worth it though, both when I’m reliving the memories of trips past and when I hear back from a friend who got inspired to visit somewhere I sent them a postcard from.
(Fun fact- the place I have the least postcards from is actually my current home state, Texas.)
Of all the places I enjoy traveling to in the USA, from the big cities that burst with life (San Francisco, NYC, Boston) to sleepy coastal villages (Mendocino, Ft. Bragg, Augusta) and all of everything in between, anywhere that has magnificent mountains will always take 1st place with me.
Last year was a drought year when it came to art, and this piece was the only landscape one I worked on the whole time- started it sometime after coming back from the March road trip, lost inspiration and picked it back up at the end of June after the trip to Big Bend Natl. park and then didn’t look at it again until after the last road trip in October to give it some finishing touches, still unsatisfied. After unearthing it again this past weekend though- to give it one last pass through- as I re-inked some lines and brushes away colored pencil dust, i think i’m content with the way it turned out, if not how long it took to finish.
Definetly looking forward to creating more of these this year, especially with the chance to get up close and personal to some real mountains come March.
Technically, the subtitle of my blog is “travel, art and photography” but I really wouldn’t blame anyone if they thought all I posted about was traveling, since thats literally all thats been going on here for the past oh, 6 months? So this is a bit of a….I wouldn’t say warning, but a heads up I guess, for anyone that clicked to follow this blog on the basis of my travel posts alone.
My next trip isn’t until the middle of March (Colorado!) and while i’m planning some small adventures between now and then around the Dallas/Ft. Worth area, i’m definetly diving back into art more until then. And while I really hope anyone who’s stuck around for the travel posts will still be around by the time the next adventure rolls around, I understand if you guys kinda fade in the background for a bit.
It’s been a quiet two or so weeks since I posted the last of the Big Bend road trip, though my own life has been anything but calm. Schedule changes at work as new people come and go, planning and researching for the next upcoming trip (at the end of this month, and how did it get here so quickly??), dealing with unruly AC units at home that prompt a 5 day stay at a hotel and in between it all trying to find time to do art, write up the stories piling up 4 cars deep in my head and of course, keeping up with friends both old and new.
It’s been…a challenge to say the least but, while I was putting together some parcels to send off to friends who i’ve just started snail mailing with, I managed to find this odd little project I had worked on last year. Messing around with fabric and textiles, creating weird things out of felt and buttons, it’s a thing I come back to eventually, even when I set it aside for what feels like ages. I have no idea if the friend I ended up sending this to just quietly set it aside to figure out at a later point, but revisiting the quiet hours spent sewing it up while the sun set over the upstairs balcony windows was calming in a way the end of summer rarely is here in Texas.
As i’m STILL editing my photos from my trip to Big Bend (blame work and not my incessant procrastination), i’m posting some pages from my art journal I did last month. Though I only post a set of two pages every week it’s probably good to mention that I usually do a set of 6 to 8 pages at a time in one sitting, as whatever inspired me is usually good for pouring out over page after page.
And what inspired these pages? Well, that would telling wouldn’t it.
Plans for my two weeks off at the beginning of October have been solidified into a coherent jumble and all I’ll say for now is, it shall be epic and will probably be the last great roadtrip I do before I start crossing oceans to start ticking off all the places i’d like to see outside the great old US of A. Apart from being much more diligent about my exercise routine with this trip in mind, i’ve also added weights into the mix and the comments i’ve been getting from dudes who are intimidated by women who lift weights have been both hilarious and a great source of motivation, but more on that next week. Currently getting through 1491: New Revelations of the Americas Before Columbus by Charles Mann which is proving a challenge not for the content (which is fascinating) but the writing style, and looking forward to bending my brain into new and interesting shapes by tackling Gödel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid by Douglas Hofstadter afterwards. I’ve also been slowly but surely getting back to my love of snailmail, though with more restraint than before given how crap-tastic I can be with managing my time.