I’m on day…17? of this leg of the tour and it’s been amazing and terrifying and weird in the best possible way. You can watch it all on instagram if you want but today I have a day off to recuperate and so I thought I’d share this. I usually make tiny metal ferris wheels to ward off anxiety but it’s too hard to do on the road because all the little pieces get scattered and lost, so instead I doodle. I do it on planes and in cars and mostly in hotel rooms when I’m hiding away from the world. I finished this one last night and as I looked at it I could see the memories of drinking glasses from the hotels I’d used to make the circles. I could see the mixture of hotel pens and sharpies and whatever I had to make things work. I could see that when I’d make a mistake and cover it up I’d end up with something more complicated and unexpected. Sometimes the flaws made it right. Sometimes the bumps in the road forced me to make decisions I didn’t want to make, but were the right path to take. Sometimes the markers would run low and I had no others, but I found that I could use the almost-empty colors to add depth that wasn’t there before. I’d take ideas for patterns off of rugs and wallpaper and blankets and the small things that we take for granted, but which became my home.
There is beauty in the ordinary. There is depth in the worn. There is perfection in flaws. There is art inside everything. There are worlds inside of us all.