A wandering soul travels the world absorbing cultures but never choosing one. It seeks answers to questions that do not have definite answers. It enters many homes but will never have its own. It fits everywhere and belongs nowhere.
This soul moves forwards but never has a final destination. It follows a path that no map can chart. You can see the footprints from where it has been but can never predict where they will lead.
This soul does not have just one identity. It molds and morphs to wherever it is, adapting but never conforming. It never forgets who it was but never defines who it is. There is no one it can not be and there is no one person it is.
This soul connects with everyone and is kin to no one. It builds friendships without tying knots. It bonds without permanence and loves without boundaries. It stands alone never accepting to be the person people love.
These are small water color paintings that I did on my travels through Baja Mexico. As I was traveling, I felt an incredible joy shadowed by an incredible melancholy. For a year I felt and embraced settlement. It was a calming of all the scattered pieces of my soul as they sat and bonded with their tranquil home. There was a relief to this settlement. A large decompressing breath was released from my tense chest as I accepted having a home. As I sat in an art gallery with the artist discussing his work in Spanish I felt each settled piece of my soul begin to lift. Once their bonds were broken, they began to swirl around with the endless possibilities of adventure. I realized that a lonely few remained glued to the tranquil soil of Buena Vista Colorado. Do I follow the swirl of adventure or do I embrace the peace of settlement?
