I have been creating mini paintings and posting them for sale on the landing page almost daily for the month of January. Sometimes there is a thought just screaming to be captured on paper, other days it is more like I am trying to coax a shy snail out from its shell with a flame thrower.
I have been asked a variation of the same question by budding artists often enough I thought I would address it here.
In the 6 or so months of planning before I took off in August 2015, I attempted to satisfy my urge to wander and work on my own projects with endless Google searches. I typed in every possible description that flitted the edges of my daydreams: nomadic artist; sketch artist; solo travel; travel blogger; sketch blogger … On and on it went.
I do not talk with most of the people I meet on the road about this blog. A small number find out about the sketching and painting, if we hang out long enough I am bound to pull out my journal and start doodling something. Some ask if I have an online space, I will chuckle and admit I have a blog, ‘Just like every other traveller these days.’ But the treading lightly bit? That part I am shy about.
I spent one night in Salerno. A stop meant as an in between moment, no expectations, it just happened to be where the next bed was after a day visiting Italy’s Amalfi coastline before continuing on to Rome.
