I have the traveling bug and I just can’t get rid of it

I have the traveling bug and I just can't get rid of it Journal Oil Paintings  Travel trailer shasta travel trailer Joshua Tree National Park

As a wedding photographer I’ve had a lot of chances to travel in the last 7 years of my career.  Most of these places were on my travel “bucket list” and somehow I would get what I wanted from the universe and book a wedding in that location.

This year when I started to reconnect with my other artistic abilities I decided I would create my first project. A symbolistic bucket list serious of the places I wish to go.

But why a travel trailer?

In the past few years the vagabond life has intrigued me. It’s partially why I haven’t bought a home or signed a lease to rent a home. Currently living at home with my parents I have complete freedom. I can move anywhere I want. I can travel. I can make choices. I’m not tied down. I have a place to lay my head at night but can simple pick up and take off for a week to LA, Puerto Rico, or anywhere I damn well please or have the money for.

This was mostly inspired by how my Grandfather, Leland lived.  Through my whole childhood I remember him with his beautiful travel trailer that he travelled the whole country with. If he wanted to park in our backyard, he was a California resident. If he wanted to move to Colorado, off he went. If Alaska was in his heart he hitched that trailer up to his truck and within days it would be his home once more. Most people perhaps wouldn’t want a life like that. One without roots.

He had roots though. He always came back to California to his family. He would come back with photographs and stories of his adventures. It is probably partially why I got the photo bug. The man carried that camera on him everywhere and documented all of his travels.

I have the traveling bug and I just can't get rid of it Journal Oil Paintings  Travel trailer shasta travel trailer Joshua Tree National Park
My grandpa clearing snow off his trailer in Yale, British Columbia. 1993.

 

I have the traveling bug and I just can't get rid of it Journal Oil Paintings  Travel trailer shasta travel trailer Joshua Tree National Park
Grandpa’s travel trailer in Yale, British Columbia, 1993. His beloved pup, Brandy.

I guess he is also where I got my attachment to little dog friends.  His dogs were always spoiled and travelled the country with him. Look at that spoiled little Chihuahua in her sweater to keep her nice and toasty. I remember him always picking up chicken patties and cooking them up just for her. What a little princess. Oh how I wish my dog Poot would chill out enough for some adventures.  Oh the things he could see!

I have the traveling bug and I just can't get rid of it Journal Oil Paintings  Travel trailer shasta travel trailer Joshua Tree National Park

Oh look! It’s me! 1986 when my grandpa went camping in his trailer at Casa De Fruita. At the time he had his little dog Pixie, chilling back there. Big old tall grandpa with a tiny dog. As you can see from my face I already loved the trailer and camping even at just a few months old. Oh, and I also had an incredible sense of style. And chubby thighs. And crazy hair that wasn’t brushed. Ok I guess nothing much as changed since this photo was taken. I am just taller now. 🙂

I decided that rather than paint his travel trailer as a tribute to him, I wanted to mix it in with my own dreams. My own individual little trailer going on my own little journey inspired by my grandfather’s adventures.

Adventure awaits! Therefore I paint and plan.

“My Home in Joshua Tree” is available on Society 6.

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