Recently, I took a trip to Iceland with my husband. I brought a sketchbook and some drawing tools and small tubes of paint. I didn’t think I’d paint every day but maybe a few. Not one. Partly because we came back exhausted from our tours around the island and walking around Reykjavik but also due to sensory overload.
From the bracing cold to the whipping wind that was so strong at times that you could barely stand then, a few feet away, no wind at all, Icelandic, an ancient language new to my ears and snow. So much pristine, white snow (as a New Yorker, I’m not used to lots of white snow). All so much to absorb.
But what colors? I thought I’d be drawn to paint with the soothing blue of the Blue Lagoon against the black volcanic rock. We saw a lot of jagged black rock against pure white snow all over the island.
A few weeks after returning home, without planning, I painted a face.
Who knows what else is ruminating around my brain from that trip that may come out at unexpected times. A craving for roast lamb? An urge to stand infront of a fan in freezing cold weather? Maybe I’ll never realize the connection. What about you? What effects have you noticed in your life or in your creative endeavors after a trip or other immersive experience? Leave a comment below. I’d love to hear about your experiences.