So we’re on the subway in Shanghai, riding back from visiting Qibao, on the bank of a canal and it’s awesome. It feels familiar… way safer than the Chicago red line and a bigger version of Singapore. People get on and off at every stop… someone stands up and someone rushes to sit down in their place. All day and everyday and everywhere this happens and my mind ponders.
The reason I started painting in the first place was to see the world. It got me a few places but not as far as this. So we changed tact, and here we are on this train…
A guy gets on, he does his hair in the reflection of the door. Pops a contact lens in without batting an eyelid, and proceeds to spot cream all over the pimples on his face, preens his hair again then flings his head back and runs eye drops in his eyes like they’re taking a shot. Random.
In the mall someone’s shaving their nose hairs on a seat, and down the road another gobber is hoiking in the garden. This is what we came for… well not that lol but everything else.
Inspiration on steroids!
Had we not changed tact… I’d still be painting in the garage by myself, dreaming of exploring the world. And I’m glad we’re not still there. As our travels evolve, so does our art. I guess you could say it’s living inside right now.
Until we pick up that paintbrush again, and we will. I know one thing for sure… it’ll feel even better than before.
Have a happy holidays… live and love x K