Sunday, March 16, 2014


back on the road for work. the dawes song "from a window seat" really resonates with me-

great lyrics (other than the male orientation)-

I buckle in my seat belt, plug my headset in a chair
And to the music, I watch flight attendants move
They are pointing out the exits, but it looks more like a prayer
Or an ancient dance their bloodline reaches through

These planes are built for sifting through the warriors from the men
I've got time to sit and watch them for a while
You can see everywhere they're going, everywhere they've been
And how they look out at the clouds each time they smile

And I think, maybe he's in town for someone's birthday
Maybe he makes trouble everywhere
But as much he resists the conversation between the rivers and the freeways
He knows it's always there

and more..... check out the video here

dawes- from a window seat

anyway, listening to this flying home last week I got to thinking about the dreams (thoughts, lives) of people on the plane- so much we know nothing about. I was going home, and happy about it, but there are so many other options.....

I drew the seat in front of me & the sleeping man on the plane and started to doodle on the left. last night, I did some collage and more work on the left side. I now wish I had left the right side black & white to show the richness of the mental state vs. the static state of flying, but now I know.


I'm on the road for the next few weeks and challenging myself to journal. I made the damn books after all :)

1 comment:

Barb said...

No swearing at those journaling books - they'll "pay" for themselves richly. I wish you were my seatmate on a plane - I'd keep my mouth shut but watch you drawing out of the corner of my eye. More snow due tonight - hope you're going somewhere warm.