Europe Is Behind Me

The winter route through Europe has come to an end.
England, France, Belgium, the Netherlands, Germany, Poland, Slovakia, Austria, the Czech Republic.

Cold mornings. Long walks. Borders crossed without ceremony.
Days shaped by movement rather than plans.

My body knows this cycle has ended.
There’s no urgency to define what comes next. No gap to fill.

This one is complete.

Passing through

I was recently in Prague and stopped to photograph graffiti.

I am often asked why I do that when I travel.

Why I stop. Why I photograph it. Why it stays with me.

It isn’t rebellion.
It isn’t aesthetics.

Graffiti appears without permission. It doesn’t explain itself. It doesn’t wait to be understood. It exists briefly in places meant for passing through — tunnels, walls, edges — and then it’s gone.

That’s what I recognize.

Graffiti is a trace, not a structure.
A decision, not a performance.
Movement made visible.

I don’t want my life to accumulate neatly. I don’t want my work to outlive me. I want it to appear where it’s true, leave a mark, and dissolve when its time is done.

Graffiti doesn’t ask to belong.
Neither do I.

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