Well I'm finally back from my month away in America. It was.. Insightful to say the least.
It all started in New York. I was so nervous flying out by myself, and navigating my way around the city seemed like a daunting task, but I found it to be one of the coolest places I've ever been. I hit the streets at sunrise, empty bar for steaming vents and the smell of warm donuts. My heart was beating so hard in my chest, I was finally seeing REAL american highways, big chugging 18 wheelers and those tangled telephone cable wires for the first time. All across america I had that same excitement, that sparkle, that I was finally standing in, breathing in the places I'd only ever looked at in my photo books or leant over a desk for hours lovingly drawing.
My experiences of America will stay with me forever. The people I met where wondeful, the places so different and intriguing and as picture perfect as I'd imagined. I wasnt interested in the tourist areas or 'photo spots' I would run and explore and climb into odd contortions to get 'the perfect picture' of some run-down motel sign, an abandoned trailer or a crazy old cowboy on some tennesse bench.
But the problem is, I was so miserable and homesick there, not finding any solitary or space within the cramped confinements of my travel bus, that I'm now almost trying to avoid drawing any american themed stuff at all! Leaving me... well pretty dried up as a result. Kinda like those sweet smelling bushes in the arizona desert.. mmmm.
So now I'm looking for new inspiration, new direction, new things to draw.. until I can settle nicely again into my old familiar white trash ways.. hehe.
