13th January 2008

~Travel and good company~

Of the many experiences I believe to be a necessity to development as an artist, one of the highest ranking is solo travel. A friend in tow will always play the role of the comforter, which is something better off left behind whenever setting out in the name of adventure. Being a lone traveler, you discover how truly courageous or supremely naïve you can be. Curiosity often kills the cat, but it also fuels the artist and the intellectual so a feline’s death for me it is!
I’ve secured a window seat on a southbound train. Diary in hand and grandiose sunset commencing I marvel at the satisfaction of track travel. Modern trains, though inspiring in their own right, lack that romantic sense of travel that the locomotives of old had. Crammed in the middle of nauseatingly earthy shades of naturally vibrant colours. I tend to have a drink, or the like, and envision elegant crimson brocade,