A project to bring me back to life. To remind me of the beauty in the world, at home or in the furthest corners of the world. A journey through old travel photos, failed paintings an adventure in art if you will. A experiment in looking at old things, in new ways. And what a trip it was. Ahhh the memories, the moments, the emotions all the feels came flooding back when I opened a box of old travel memorbilia. I'd kept a diary/scrap book from my first trip overseas when I was

Well to be honest, I'm not sure I was ever really in it. Or was I? The Art world, is such a fickle place. I've never been sure if I'm on the team or not. For years I sat in the grandstand, watching, admiring and cheering others along with their creative endeavours. Being an arm chair spectator suits me just fine, playing and participating was never my strong suit and well, as for being a cheer leader, that too was done from the comfort of home ( this old body of mine doesn't