Travel: trav·el (verb) – make a journey, typically of some length or abroad.
It’s in our nature to want to explore, discover, and find new exciting things in life. When we become comfortable in one spot we begin to develop bad habits and even find ourselves becoming depressed. In my beliefs, I feel that depression is the leading sickness to kill people. Depression turns you into a zombie, except the whole eating humans thing doesn’t exist. You’re living, but feel dead inside and life is passing you by.
As an artist I find myself battling with depression. I feel too much, I think too much, and I do too much. I’ve been trying to build my portfolio for the past few months and it has been a constant struggle to find my style. This constant debacle of mine has really caused me to lack any enthusiasm towards the recent work that I’ve done. As I’m not alone in this feeling with my work and how school has been turning out, my friend and I decided on a whim to leave Austin, Texas. We were in need to not only find ourselves but to shoot what we wanted with out any guidelines or restrictions. On a sunny Sunday evening we took off and traveled 976 miles to Ouray, Colorado. Five days spent traveling, exploring and photographing. I felt rejuvenated and actually happy about the images I produced.
If you’re in a funk, it’s always good to take a day, a week, even a month to yourself to find what truly makes you happy. Finding inspiration in your surroundings can really make you put your life into perspective. Just like everyone else I get so caught up in worrying about the future that I forget to breathe and appreciate the now.