In Costa Rica last week I wasn't compelled to draw much, because I just wanted to explore and be. But I did make these illustrations, all strangely with a similar theme...
I have too many ideas! I feel them buzzing inside me, these little balls of inspiration making me antsy and impatient to GET THEM OUT. So I pictured them like fireflies filling my glass jar of a head.
In New York you don't see the stars. So standing on an empty beach at night alone in the darkness looking up at the stars...I just started to weep, feeling gratitude and awe. And the words that popped into my head were, "I'm sorry." It breaks my heart to forget things that are important.
Traveling alone, strangers can be quick to judge you. "You're here...alone?" "It's JUST you?" "Isn't that lonely?" This bothered me sometimes, as though "just me" wasn't enough. For some reason in response, I thought of myself as the sun. Alone, yes. But it's a star in a universe with billions of other stars. Does the sun get lonely? Is the sun "enough?"
Currently Listening: Paper Bird...Anything Nameless and Joymaking