On New Year's Day of 2008, I set off with a friend for London with a single backpack filled with little more than clothes, books, and a new journal. We had no itinerary; we did not know necessarily where we would be sleeping that night. I had never left the country before.
When we touched down in Heathrow, we immediately ran for any exit we could find, so desperate for a cure for our nicotine withdrawal. I had never felt anything like when we burst out of the doors, dead tired but never more excited, and stared out at a whole new continent.
"Have you ever felt this free in your entire life?"
The experience of ten days of uninhibited exploration was life-changing. It is hard to describe succinctly the way it affects my work, but I think the raw power of taking on something completely new with only a small understanding of where you're going is a feeling I look to for inspiration and also desperately want to capture. I want that feeling when looking at a blank canvas or at the start of a new roll of film as much as I want to find a way to express it.
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