Awakening on my last morning in California, I stretch my eyes out to the
surrounding mountains consumed by mist, the sun seeking its entrance. A
sense of movement in the air permeates, capturing memories, thoughts,
reflections as they drift through the sky. Poetic symbols resonate my
sketch book in the days leading up to missing my flight, inviting me to
reflect on their metaphorical resonance and indeed, the fluid and
cyclical relationship between art and life. The theme of letting go and
dropping expectation has lead me to question how I can distinguish
between gut feelings and desires? Exploring my own weighting on
following my gut feelings, I have reached a beautiful point in my
practice where my art informs my life as much as my life informs my art.
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