I like to play with a variety of roles: sometimes a comic, sometimes a poet, sometimes an artist, sometimes a philosopher--but always, a story-teller. This year, I travelled to Mysore, India by way of San Francisco and New Delhi to embark on a multi-layer project of personal growth, faith-driven dharma, exploration and reflection. This is my way of documenting it. It is intentionally vague in many areas, because of the nature of part of my purpose for visiting Mysore, and in time, those that follow my work will understand why. The blog will be littered with excerpts from the journal I kept while traveling. It is my hope with this work to uplift and inspire, and to provide a glimpse into the intoxicating world of India.
The first leg of this journey involved simply getting to where we needed to be, as cheaply as possible. "We" is Joey, Dallos and I. Joey is my partner and best friend, and Dallos is his brother and a fellow photographer and videographer. We ended up with a one day stop-over in San Francisco, California. We took the chance to spend it under the nourishing canopy of the redwood giants in Muir Woods, I had never seen the trees. We wandered the classic avenues and practiced in Golden Gate Park. Finally, I made one last pilgrimage to a site that I hadn't visited in over twenty years, the building where my mother and many others were gunned down in a random workplace shooting in the early nineties. My journey inward in my seated practice this year had shown me much healing and understanding regarding that event, and returning to bid the huge ghost farewell seemed appropriate. The photos below tell a mixture of narratives, the aimless upward gazing, outward gazing and inward gazing, with a little moody street photography thrown in the mix.