Reflections from the Road

Thoughts gathered along the way — what travel, art, and a few open miles reminded me about slowing down.

The past year has been a beautiful blur: shows, art fairs, conversations, new faces, and long drives through the desert and back to the coast. Each stop has carried its own rhythm and reminded me how art connects us in ways words can’t always reach.

There’s something about being on the road that quiets the noise and makes space for gratitude. Between the unpacking and repacking, the setup and tear-down, there’s a heartbeat that keeps time with purpose, a reminder of why I do this. Every fair, every gallery wall, every person who stops to share a story or a smile becomes part of that ongoing rhythm.

Sometimes I come home exhausted, paint-splattered, and running on caffeine, but full. Full of ideas, faces, laughter, and color. It’s in those quiet, in-between moments back in the my outdoor studio, coffee in hand, that I feel it most. The road may take me places, but art brings me home.

As this season winds down, I’m grateful for the miles, the memories, and the meaning that travel brings — and for everyone who’s shared part of that journey with me.

Until next time,

Viviana