Two things occurred to me this afternoon, as I wandered my way down hidden roads and forest paths. The first, is that I have a strange pull to the north and west. No matter what direction I begin my journey facing, I invariably turn until I am moving northwest. It's an oddity.
The other is this... for as long as I can remember, I've searched for something. I've looked in boxes, closets, random shops on the sides of the road, always looking, always searching, for what I have never had an idea. It occurs to me, that very often the need to get in the car and go, is very much akin to the old...obsession. I need to get out on the open roads, and go until I find whatever it is I'm looking for.
Some days, I find some random pretty flower, decrepit old building, forgotten forest path, and I am satisfied. It may take hours of driving, but suddenly I see this thing; I touch it, smell it, sit and look at it for several minutes, and then, as quickly as the need hit, it's gone, and I am free to go home. Some days I drive for hours, frustrated, hot, tired, and there is nothing, except the need to seek that unknown thing pushing me onward.
I've never really known why I do this. I don't know if it's a sign I'm not quite all there, or if that is what makes me an artist (and why my mediums are, well, diverse). I may never know.
What I do know, is that today was a good day. I found this...