Traveling is the rare time when I paint purely for pleasure. Perhaps I am lost. Perhaps I am self-conscious in a foreign land. Perhaps I am trading artwork for a place to sleep. I love what I do for work, but there is a vast difference between intentional work for a client, and meandering sketches. These are my wanders. They are filled with my buoyancy, anticipation, and curiosity. They are also how I meet strangers, which almost always turns into something wondrous.