As a child the thought of Russian children hating me and me hating them made no sense, we didn’t know each other. Around six years old I set a goal to see the world, little did I know how much money it took and the politics involved.
My girlfriends parents subscribed to National Geographic, this must have planted the seed to travel. Her parents kept years worth which kept me quite busy. I live in Texas, born is Big City Dallas however had not left the county.
I saw animals unknown to me, people who lived very different. A women who didn’t wear bra, strange. I was a tomboy, never wore my shirt but the only thing on my chest were nibs. This was a very exciting time for me, learning about lands far way.
Move forward to 2001, exactly 9/11/2001. I’m heading to door to catch airport shuttle, my Gamps called hysterical something about a plane. Ok, I’ll call from airport. Other passengers board the bus, more of the story comes clear. This was no Cessna Gramps was talking about. Somebody from the back asked “Who would do this to us?” Before I could help it Bin Ladin came out of mouth. What the hell did I know?
The airports were closed for ten days as we watch WWIII unfold. My plane left for Russia ten days later, numb feelings, suspicion towards everyone, what am I doing on a plane????? Plenty of Xanax were taken during that trip.
I traveled to Russia alone, didn’t speak the language, didn’t know anyone and would not pay for a guide, learning is half the fun. This trip taught me more about human nature over ethnic background. Most women don’t travel alone in Russia, it was easy to see I was American. People from all over the world were coming up crying saying how sorry they were, hugging me. It was a unique moment frozen in time.
Bringing home a piece of art is a must for me, cost is not the point. The feeling I get talking to artist about their work, information beyond art. Near The Church of Spilled Blood is where the street artist and gypsy’s gather. I saw this piece of art and had to check it out. Something drew me in, a beauty in her eyes. It’s a small piece about the size of a magazine.
ART IS ART!