Journal

Inspiration

Transient

When I left New York, 60 days ago, I had no idea what I was going to do next. I still don't.

I quit my job, sold my house and I've been living in a tent throughout the forests of the Pacific Northwest. Spending my days exploring, drawing, climbing trees, listening to the world, and noticing all the things I've been ignoring. Patterns, colors, sounds and smells that hold more inspiration than one person could ever handle. I've been a sponge. I've been humbled. I've been awed. I've been inspired. I've been present.

I've been gone a long time.