Process and Travel
Travel is a form of suspension, and an excuse for restlessness. You never travel to a place as much as you travel towards yourself.
In many ways, travel is life’s drawing. It’s a meditative process which disregards the outcome in order to be in what is now, and what is unexpected.
Everything becomes material – from strangers’ daily lives to the discarded match- boxes and cigarette wrappers found on foreign streets. Nothing can be bought, and all is found.