I swore I would not write another blog until I finished this project I started in Rome: drawing the view from the apartment window of Nell & Jesse, who made the trip possible. You can’t tell from this panorama, but it’s almost 4 feet long, and it took 22 days of sketching, research, and buying pencils.
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The image you see above is actually four pictures stitched together, taken from about five feet away… which makes it look much different than the original, but y’all should get the idea.
It was a welcome distraction, a secondary activity as I came back to a life I want to live a little bit differently. They say it takes the human body and mind 14 days to undergo a transformative change in a new place; I was gone almost 20, and I return to you a slightly altered person.
I’d rather be kicked in the face by a family of bison than hear about someone’s 3-week spiritual journey, or That Crazy Summer, or how you met some faith healer who gave you turmeric that becalmed your colon. So I won’t bore you with my own, except to share a few epiphanies:
I needed some kind of brotherly spiritual program. And so I have begun one, so far so good.
As a collective country, we are both sick and numb, and I don’t want to take part in that dialogue anymore.
Which leads me to…
I don’t like the way I have been thinking about this blog, and if I’m to keep doing it, I have to relinquish my attachment to what it once was, and go back to how it started.
More on all that as the week progresses. That is, assuming any of you are still reading, and because I’m abandoning my illusions, I shan’t be chagrined if you’re not.