I have this piece I started with full gusto about a month ago, and I have not touched it in the past two weeks. True, I have been busy, moving, setting up a new studio, reaching out to potential clients in a new city … but those are just excuses.
I am reading The Art of Learning by Josh Waitzkin, slowly digesting his words, often going over sentences 2 or 3 times, essentially taking my sweet ass time about it. I came across this quote this morning and while I highlighted it immediately, knowing there was something of great personal value here, I had to to read it a dozen times before the underlying feeling manifested into conscious understanding.
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.
