I put myself in them. I have to. To escape. Escape the life I have chosen. Because I want to be somewhere else, doing something else, other than where I am. I see this. I see myself not choosing the Present Moment.
I know.
Don’t judge me. Well, you will anyway, I don’t give two shits. These are places I have been and seen with my own eyes. I took pictures with my phone and camera. I sat and watched. I ate food. I experienced the traffic noise and the Parisian voices. I walked and walked and walked and got lost in the best possible way. I can escape whenever I need to in my paintings. I have to. Sometimes the Present Moment isn’t all it’s a cracked up to be.
