Life Of Wanderlust

I've been a traveling art model for almost 3 years now, the lifestyle defiantly isn't for everyone. It can put a strain on having a "normal" life (who wants to be normal anyways?! ) I'm in love with the traveling part of it, I want to see and experience as much as I can,  rack up as many airline miles as possible, talk to even more people, and explore the cities until the soles of my shoes wear out.
My inspiration to keep going? Not who you think...it's not a world leader or historical icon, it was a stranger that I ended up talking to while traveling with no schedule to be back to work next week. Looking at a tourist book browsing which restaurant to go to for dinner that night and deciding whether to book his hotel room a few more nights or see where the road would lead him to tomorrow. The career, house, corporate ladder and all.... that can wait, because if he doesn't let it wait he will only dream about the reality he is living now.

Online magazine article from last year

I forgot about this article until I ran across this online magazine today while poking around Facebook.

MODEL UP Magazine

I'm on the 4Th page of the traveling model article.

Artomatic

Artomatic is Washington DC’s largest art show that lasts a month. 

I was lucky enough to be traveling on the east coast during the show and able to attend. I was part of Eye of Ra's Body Language project that we did a shoot for in April.  

He told me to choose a word that meant something to me, I choose "wanderlust" for obvious reasons. ;-) 

I'm guilty of not being able to stay in one place for an extended period of time, thoughts of adventure flood my mind while I'm at home. 

The show may be over but this art project is still alive, Eye of Ra has came up with the idea to turn it in to magnetic fridge art. If you would like to help support Eye of Ra's project click the link provided.

http://www.indiegogo.com/bodylanguagemagnets

Story Shot

A shot taken by Eye of Ra based on the story "A New Horse"


A NEW HORSE
Two farmhands shared a room. After a while, the one who slept near the door began to feel very tired early in the day. His friend asked what was wrong. “An awful thing happens every night,” he said. “A witch turns me into a horse and rides me all over the countryside.”
“I’ll sleep in your bed tonight,” his friend said. “We’ll see what happens to me.”
About midnight an old woman who lived nearby came into the room. She mumbled some strange words over the farmhand, and he found he couldn’t move. Then she slipped a bridle on him, and he turned into a horse.
The next thing he knew, she was riding him across the fields at breakneck speed, beating him to make him go even faster. Soon they came to a house where a party was going on. She hitched him to a fence and went in.
While she was gone, the farmhand rubbed against the fence until the bridle came off, and he turned back into a human. Then he went into the house and found the witch. He spoke those strange words over her, and with the bridle he turned her into a horse. Then he rode her to a blacksmith and had her fitted with horseshoes. After that, he rode her to the farm where she lived.
“I have a pretty good filly here,” he told her husband, “but I need a stronger horse. Would you like to trade?” The old man looked her over, and said he would do it. The farmhand picked out another horse and rode away.
Her husband led his new horse to the barn. He took off the bridle and went to hang it up. But when he came back, the new horse was gone. Instead, there stood his wife with horseshoes nailed to her hands and feet.
—from Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark by Alvin Schwartz

With people like us

Photo credit-Don Anderson

“You're not sorry to go, of course. With people like us our home is where we are not... No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.” 
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

City Hearts

He walked away that night 
Image blurring out with the city lights
His love compared to fifth avenue 
Personality like Wall street.


Heart laced with diamonds 
Cut straight through the middle 
So we can share this bloody moment


Missing your touch
Razors sprouting from your fingertips
Snagging  across my skin
Craving the distress 


The tea bubbles up 
spilling over the rim
Puddling herbal liquid onto the table


Let us just move on
Only to be scolded again
There's shame in ignorance
When truths eyes shift towards you

Blame In The Sky

Cover up the truth

The sky is feeling gray but blames the clouds instead

Rain down tears of hate

The world melts as it pelts the ground

Photo credit :Crendo Photogaphy

Wonder why

They wonder why the flowers bloom each year
These are the same people that wonder 
Why the fireflies sparkle at night
The train is crowded 
We pass by the people that wonder where the track goes
They walk 
Follow
Run
Into the dark tunnels
Never ending path
How can you guide someone who won't see the truth
Reality
Chasing after realities that don't even belong to them
Grabbing fate by the neck and choking it for a new future

Advice

Put on a smile , pack up your bag and go. 

You'll meet people when you get there.

Seashell

Seashell seashell
Tell me your secrets
Hidden ocean confined inside
Let me out
Whispers of the sea haunt me
Deep
Dark
Creatures find their way out in the night
The tide lurches in
Sloshing against the rock walls
Reaching up to the nights sky
White foam traces the shoreline as the water recedes back to its home.

Morning

                       Morning regret
                       false love , I'm positive.

                                                                                     Credit-Jim phelps -http://www.modelmayhem.com/225913

Basking in the light of the sun

It's all black and white, and he's the painter of the world

but why not splatter some color into the mix

nothing is certain 

This painting is just an impressionism 

The green paint drips off the tree branches 

Drip drip drip

Meeting the rocks down below

These were taken using my camera phone during a hike in Oregon with a friend. It was way to beautiful there to keep my clothes on. ;)

You're never homeless when the world is your home

I've been behind at updating this thing due to my winter time hiatus. My 2012 traveling started with a trip to Seattle Washington. I took a traveling buddy along for the first time, I must say it was nice to have company! :)  We got some sight seeing in the day before I had to shoot.

Did a trade shoot while there with an amazing artist, the theme was called "Chained Beauty"
Here are some shots from the shoot-  Photographer-Tommy Edwards

silence burning

 I don't know how I got here, I just know the excruciating pain that I'm in.

I never pictured it ending like this.

So abrupt

All I could do was gaze at the sky out of the window and watch it darken as the time passed

The day was just another idle day, how could it turn sharply like this?

My mind is foggy trying to remember what I did last.

I do all I can to stay calm, they always tell you to stay calm in these situations.

You can cuddle your anger like a raggedy childhood blanket from the past.

Silence floods the room filling every corner.

The level rises until everybody drowns

Interstate

Flowing down the interstate like it's a river

Lines fly by like fish headed upstream

Rain drops tip toe across my windshield.

I want this freedom

No, I've earned this freedom.

The road climbs up the gigantic mountain

The storm festers up top just waiting for my arrival.

Green signs give names to the unknown places.

They really are meaningless if you don't have a destination in mind.

Challenges, spontaneous moments and fulfillment live here.

As do I.

Airport thoughts..

The airport was so cold, so impersonal.

but deep down that's the reason I like it here.

Surrounded by people but no obligations to connect

Muffled voices of the surrounding crowds comfort me

Everyone here is so different yet so the same

The sounds of heels and dress shoes hitting the terminal floor

Rushing by , always in a hurry.

The whiff of Cologne that reminds you of a moment from the past.

It tingles my noise and awakens my senses.

Numbers and times flash across the blue illuminated board

Connect me to my next flight

Here I go again.

Make me your art

My focus has shifted onto my self now

I am now my focal point, so zoom in and sharpen that image

Just don't over expose it

I want to see ribs

Make my green eyes glow

I want the light to swim across my body

emerge me in your light

Create with me

Speak through me

Once more

In a few days I will be on a red eye flight headed out on another one of my adventures. Baltimore will be my first stop followed by DC and St.Louis. This will probably be my last east coast trip until early 2012. I will be booking for mainly the west coast during the winter months.

I will have my passport early October, I'm very thrilled about this.

Shooting with my horse

Eric Lowenburg wrote a blurb about our shoot with my horse here in Salem.:) His MM page is http://www.modelmayhem.com/1179757 if you would like to check him out. Here's what he wrote:

"08 September found me in the Salem, Oregon area to again be fortunate enough to shoot with the very lovely and talented Miss Redrose.

We worked during the morning with my new horse friend Lady who is a gorgeous Arabian Mare. Lady proved to be a wonderful model, very patient and cooperative. She is however the first model that I have shot that was grazing during the shoot. Lady and Miss Redrose were the perfect combination for a great shooting with a mix of artistic nudes and lifestyle images.

Lady got to spend the afternoon at pasture telling her other horse friends about her morning while I made the drive back to San Francisco. It was a very enjoyable morning of shooting taking advantage of the heat wave in Oregon. Temps that day were going to be close to 95 under a nearly perfect sky for lighting -- just a very slight diffusing haze and occasional high cloud. All in all a fantastic morning. Miss Redrose is a wonderful model with a great look that always gives her best for a shooting -- and she can park a horse trailer better than any guy I know.
"

Hiding

Let me give you my wisdom for free. "Nothing in life is really free", but that is an overused saying repeated by closed minded humans that did not know where to find the secrets. They are blinded by their pride. They think they know it all, but in fact all they know is what’s in front of them. They don’t let their mind out to play, they keep it on a strict choke chain.
Through my travels people have told me their secrets, I now know where the "free" hides. I Honor the secrets, I hold them close. you will have to figure this one out on your own .You have to look hard, if you don’t there is a good chance you will miss out. The reward is sweet but the hunt is bitter.
Waves rolling in and out , I hear the surf growling. The smell of seaweed is in the air. The stars are glowing like hot coals. The sky cuddles them like a black silky blanket. The void, the unknown.
The warm sand sifts between my toes, lost, the search party is out looking. But it’s been a long day and it looks like I’m stuck here another night. Stuck on my lonely island. Sometimes I wonder if it’s my fault I ended up here. I could always light a flare in hope it would help them find me, but instead i sit quietly in the dark. Letting fate take it’s course. Whatever is meant happen will ultimately happen and I’m just along for the ride. My supplies are low, my stomach feels sour , craving energy. I will run on willpower. The most efficient thing in the world. It’s free for the taking. The moon watches down , I can feel the wisdom glow down from it. It warms my soul some while I close my eyes and try to rest.