Home

For trav­el­ers, the in between spaces become home.

(not so much the spaces, but the move­ment itself.)

For rooted peo­ple, the spaces between mov­ing become home.

( so much so that home itself starts to move.)

Our lives shift speeds from fleet­ing to timeless.

From dense diver­sity in the city to soli­tude in the wilderness,

we are con­stantly learn­ing and relat­ing to our environment.

The last few years of my life I’ve felt at home while I was trav­el­ing and was trav­el­ing while I was at home.

I walk not only to get where Im going but to spend time churn­ing over the moment. Being inspired by the things that go unno­ticed. My work is a run on sen­tence of my life prac­tices. It syn­the­sizes my inter­nal nota­tions of opti­mism and activism with spir­i­tual med­i­ta­tions of pos­ture and health.

I strive to be self crit­i­cal and yet chal­leng­ing and inspir­ing to the com­mu­nity around me.

My paint­ings and reflec­tions stem from a year spent in the city, surf­ing couches and bar­ter­ing so that I had no bills but only respon­si­bil­i­ties to people.

This was a con­tin­u­ing jour­ney from the year prior in which I walked in the moun­tains from Mex­ico to Canada(PCT).

At the end of this year my life’s rhythm will ebb as I return to the moun­tains to explore new sto­ries untold and face chal­lenges and mys­ter­ies yet unknown….in Nepal and north­ern India (Sep­tem­ber 2009).”

I love you all.

–John Raux(in Nepal but head­ing to India by bicy­cle very soon!)