What I’ve learned on this 10 thousand mile journey is hard to put into words. I’m still processing most of what I experienced. The months went by quickly, hours melting into days. Unless I was driving, in which case time was like a Dali clock.
So much food. So much seen. So many people met. I get lost thinking about all the tiny moments of the trip.
The first half of the trip I was booked solid with people who were mutually eager to create together, while the second half was less booked/less eager. It could have been a combination of several things. Not being prepared enough with internet/time to book shoots, wanting to relax, or a lack of interest from photographers in wanting to book me. I don’t care to speculate. It is what it is.
I’ve struggled with finding the right words to sum up my thoughts about this trip. Mostly I am frustrated with the community. The mentality that “pay me” is the same as “your work isn’t good enough” is absurd. Sadly asking for the ability to feed/take care of myself has become a blow to the ego in the artist community. Mutually beneficial collaborations aside, as a traveling model, this is the way I survive.
With that aside, my trip as a whole, was wonderful. So wonderful that I’ve decided to buy an Rv and do it all over again. So there’s that.