The creative freedoms we have been granted by this blog assignment are beautiful and exciting, two things that are fighting to not be overshadowed by my extremely indecisive little pea brain. As is often the case, I found myself with maybe a hundred different sparkly fun little ideas, and no concrete direction. However, when that is the case, which is often, I don't have to decide. I open my sketchbook and pour every ounce of an idea into it. Words, sketches, graffiti tag and collages. This journal does its best to contain it all.
This dialogue took this practice to the extreme. From the first plane ride from San Francisco to Delhi, then to Nepal, I was already jotting things into my sketchbook. I realized exactly what I wanted to write about after about four days in Kathmandu, Nepal. It was the first time I had the opportunity to look back at some of the pages I had sketched and written. In only four days I could tell that my thinking had changed and would continue changing, with my dinky little eclectic journal becoming like the cave paintings that logged this change in real time.
I want to use this blog to talk about all the weird, all the wacky, all the stupid unrealistic ideas I have had on this trip, and more importantly why I had these ideas.
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