I believe art and adventure light up the same part of the brain - the part that handles discomfort, being out of control, and where everything else yields to curiosity.
So much of art is about getting comfortable in the unknown and being open to the unplanned - getting messy and exploring...
Powerful art digs deep into the dirt, into the dark cold ground and connects with the roots of others. It is not just about the beauty that blooms on the surface...it’s about the depths that went into making it that nobody can see...that they can only feel. When you take away the unseen making that goes into a piece of art...the raw emotions and flailing human spirit...
I am most fulfilled when my life revolves around the sun. It provides me with a daily schedule, energy, warmth, a migration path, and complete awe. Out here, it’s much easier to be guided by and tuned into the sun...without walls, ceilings, and distractions blocking the view of the sky...other than the small space of the van that mostly pushes me to be outside of it rather than pulling me to stay in. Spending so much time directly under the sky, everything...
In the past week, I’ve passed through Slab City and unleashed some pint up teenage angst that’s been buried for a while. It felt good to tap into it again, and I think a part of me will always have that rebellious teenage spirit, but ultimately felt it was not the direction I wanted to focus on, and after three nights had enough of the reckless wild energy from humans rebelling against the system and craved the natural wild of the wilderness. I jumped straight onto my favorite backcountry trail in...
My last night in Slab, I woke up around 2a and had this panic to leave. All of a sudden I felt like I was in a bubble, and I wanted out. I waited for morning, did my morning routine, and made a dash for it. As soon as I made it out of the town of Niland, I felt the rush that comes from escaping. I want to be lawless, societyless, liberated, humble, simple, and out of the system. But Slab is a system...
Some of us just want to live. Some of us just want to live. Some of us want to be out of control. Feel every emotion, be off balance, and be human. Human. All human. Down to the very last scream till our voices have run out. ... If all goes to shit I can always move to Slab City. ... The noise of society is replaced by a styrofoam cup scraping...
Life is wild. This one life we have, this blank slate, why would we want to paint it like the person’s standing next to us? Why would we want to draw what other people tell us? A blank canvas is for our own selves to explore, practice, experiment, express, stretch, fumble, do over, get our hands in and forget that there is anybody watching. I suppose...
In tune with the sun, I feel most energized and most rested, and life makes most sense. It teaches me resilience with its steady movement, how to balance between light and dark, encourages me to travel, and reminds me of the value of fire. There’s no need to get ahead or have a feeling of being behind when I follow the sun. If a storm comes, I rest while it rests...
The desert is the most transparent teacher of all, with lessons scattered in the barest places for the thirsty student to find. ... These past few days, I‘ve been parked at the peaceful crossroads of Peg Leg and Henderson Canyon Road, in the Anza Borrego Desert of California...an unassuming spot scattered with simple folks enjoying the sun, the dirt, and whatever weather the earth sends...
This society isn’t built for honesty. It’s built to get ahead...to push others down. To be a machine. To be the same. To be silent. To lie. To have hidden agendas. To be anything else but yourself. ... Society puts on all these layers over the bones of our spirit - how we should look, how...
When you stop trusting the words and intentions of humans, and start seeing through all the lies, the physical world makes a lot more sense. Reality is a lot more comfortable. The truth is a lot less scary. ... It’s a different feeling when there’s no one you’ve got to report back to. No one...
If you can find a way to put your body through a parallel experience of what you want your mind to do, you can teach yourself anything...you can retrain the brain...at least, that’s what I believe from my experience and from the new research I’ve read over the past few years.
Building a fire wasn’t the only thing I took away from the wilderness boot camp...
I believe art and adventure light up the same part of the brain - the part that handles discomfort, being out of control, and where everything else yields to curiosity.
Powerful art digs deep into the dirt, into the dark cold ground and connects with the roots of others. It is not just about the beauty that blooms on the surface...it’s about the depths that went into making it that nobody can see...that they can only feel. When you take away the unseen making that goes into a piece of art...the raw emotions and flailing human spirit...
I am most fulfilled when my life revolves around the sun. It provides me with a daily schedule, energy, warmth, a migration path, and complete awe. Out here, it’s much easier to be guided by and tuned into the sun...without walls, ceilings, and distractions blocking the view of the sky...other than the small space of the van that mostly pushes me to be outside of it rather than pulling me to stay in. Spending so much time directly under the sky, everything...
In the past week, I’ve passed through Slab City and unleashed some pint up teenage angst that’s been buried for a while. It felt good to tap into it again, and I think a part of me will always have that rebellious teenage spirit, but ultimately felt it was not the direction I wanted to focus on, and after three nights had enough of the reckless wild energy from humans rebelling against the system and craved the natural wild of the wilderness. I jumped straight onto my favorite backcountry trail in...
My last night in Slab, I woke up around 2a and had this panic to leave. All of a sudden I felt like I was in a bubble, and I wanted out. I waited for morning, did my morning routine, and made a dash for it. As soon as I made it out of the town of Niland, I felt the rush that comes from escaping. I want to be lawless, societyless, liberated, humble, simple, and out of the system. But Slab is a system...
Some of us just want to live. Some of us just want to live. Some of us want to be out of control. Feel every emotion, be off balance, and be human. Human. All human. Down to the very last scream till our voices have run out.
Life is wild. This one life we have, this blank slate, why would we want to paint it like the person’s standing next to us? Why would we want to draw what other people tell us? A blank canvas is for our own selves to explore, practice, experiment, express, stretch, fumble, do over, get our hands in and forget that there is anybody watching. I suppose...
In tune with the sun, I feel most energized and most rested, and life makes most sense. It teaches me resilience with its steady movement, how to balance between light and dark, encourages me to travel, and reminds me of the value of fire. There’s no need to get ahead or have a feeling of being behind when I follow the sun. If a storm comes, I rest while it rests...
The desert is the most transparent teacher of all, with lessons scattered in the barest places for the thirsty student to find.
This society isn’t built for honesty. It’s built to get ahead...to push others down. To be a machine. To be the same. To be silent. To lie. To have hidden agendas. To be anything else but yourself.
When you stop trusting the words and intentions of humans, and start seeing through all the lies, the physical world makes a lot more sense. Reality is a lot more comfortable. The truth is a lot less scary.
If you can find a way to put your body through a parallel experience of what you want your mind to do, you can teach yourself anything...you can retrain the brain...at least, that’s what I believe from my experience and from the new research I’ve read over the past few years.
