This is a chronicle of Consumption. I’m not talking about tuberculosis, but I might as well be. Rather I’m writing about Consumption by Inspiration.
After backpacking through India, Thailand and Myanmar my travel partner and I have arrived, wiping our tired feet on the welcome mat of temple burnout. We stand in a queue, waiting for a visa at Cambodia’s busiest airport. It’s approaching ten at night. From here we have just a few more
I last left you in Austin, TX, following The Great Western Sensory Overload (Seattle to Texas). By the morning of New Year’s Eve, 12/31, we are on a plane making our way back to Seattle. But not before a brief layover in the American motherland of sensory overload…
We rejoin the quest for pure American sensory overload on 12/25, en route to Texas from Seattle. If you’ll recall, just hours before we returned from The Great Western Sensory Overload (Seattle to the Bay Area).
We decided to spend the end of the world together, and in a perpetual state of sensory overload. First up we headed to the Bay Area.
Holy hell is Washington beautiful. My guy and I recently took a road trip around the Olympic Peninsula. We did a 500 mile loop, met nice people and saw some fairly incredible stuff.
Move over turkey. T-Giving miracles approach.
The sky has been in battle. Jets sprayed patriotism across the metro.
I suppose I’ll spend the coming days at work on more intimate art… like sketches of tissues healing. Coincidence or foreshadowing?
The Adventures of Mr. Wiener in Chocolate Canyon was an experiment in blatant adianoeta. It featured live action video of dogs and dolls, compositing and