It Finally Happened...

There are many things with traveling that make life chaotic yet some how also create less complexity. well i just found the computer in my hands due to the fact that the rest of the travelers in the hostel finally found there way back out in to the frigid party. As i age or continue to parish slowly throughout the years, don´t worry i am not a fatalist or anything, i continue to grow closer to seeing more of the overall pattern of life verses the chapters in their singularity. and in the chapters of traveling verses the sections of more domestic comfort, i find myself in this no place, where anything goes. that use to exemplify itself in crazy wild possible catastraphes or far flung 3 a.m. adventures unknown to most of mankind. it has now manifest itself in a more spiritual sort of departure (or coming home if you will). i feel like someone has just given me my dusty wings back to skirt around another pearl that i had not yet uncovered. but dusting off the wings now is becoming old hat. and there is a sense of relief in that. i can bend towards the sun and then back again to the moon and never feel like i have cheated either lover.

in an exhibit today by a local chilean artist i was confronted by a mirror with the comment "¿donde estan?" amidst his profound layering of images. it was a series. in each piece the same question, and each time i was forced to perplex over the same question. i photographed back in a sort of dialouge with this unknown artist and in doing so i came a bit closer to answering the question that he posed.

however again in the end it all comes back around to the same quilted pattern. i have answered another big question only to find itself once again in a dank old closet seemingly unanswered.

i suppose the wine and the comradary with other vagrants has loosened me up a bit to really pull the meat from the subject. i owe much as much of us do to the great Dyonisis.

summer takes strongly to her watercolours and we both abandon slowly the chains of clear predictability and put on our wears for the unexpected and transformative.

thanks for listening if you did, and i say that to my own weary mind as well.