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I stayed in bed all day yesterday, working. I am deep in the early stages of a new bespoke project, pulling inspiration images and imagining what this print could become. It’s one of my favorite parts of the process. I ordered pizza, watched the storm pass. It felt so nice to do nothing and go nowhere.
While looking for high-res scans of a horse I painted four years ago inspired by a trip to La Paz I found myself scrolling through photos from 2022. That year carried so much momentum. It set up what I once thought was the best year of my career. Now I’m sitting in my little beach apartment in Venice, feeling more than ready for another “best year.” But this time, I understand what it takes. Time. Resources. The right people. Space to rest when the storm is loud. A home base (although living out of a suitcase flying around the world was really fun). Life has a way of humbling us before it lets us move forward. I’m learning to listen to that. It feels like, collectively, we’ve all been moving through some thick times shedding what’s no longer ours, losing some friends, moving countries, cities, homes.
Collectively, we’re ready for fresh momentum. To the Year of the Horse.
photos from La Paz 2022
