New Life.

So what's all this talk about a shift in consciousness at age 23?
You are probably thinking..."What talk?"
And yea...good question...there isn't much talk actually. I guess it's just been a personal observation of my own mind and evolution in the way of thinking and of those around me within in the same age bracket.
I'm not sure how to explain it and i'm sure that 75% of individuals my age haven't even noticed.
Everyone is too...busy....conforming to the kind of lives we are "supposed" to live.

I'm sure i may never had noticed myself if I hadn't allowed myself to be open to...well everything... in the past several months. If i hadn't left behind everything that I knew was constant and took on a type of nomadic lifestyle that has allowed me to open up every pore that exists on my body to absorb what's around me both emotionally and visually.

But it's there. And part of me wishes that someone told me it would occur (it would have relieved the initial stress of being a recent art school grad who is advised that NYC is where I am supposed to go next) , but the majority of me is rather pleased to not have known.
I would have expected too much, like we as human beings always do.
But I let go of everything....comfortable.
Sold my belongings.
Headed to destinations that I had never explored
And abandoned the fears we all have of...."and then what?"
and ended up gaining more understanding about life..society...and my art making than I ever would have if I chose i different path.

But this evolution and development in how I see things, feel things, and think about things has changed me into an entirely different person, and more importantly , a different artist.

As I continue you on this...personal journey...this artistic voyage..I often times wonder when the time will come when i truly am introduced to my "new self."
I fear it sometimes....afraid I will feel even more foreign than I do right now, although deep down I anticipate the unfamiliarity I expect, because I am sure it won't be unfamiliar at all.
And maybe I have always been in a way...foreign...to everything around me.
I'm not there yet. And i don't know where I will end up.
...and i'm ok with continuing this unexplainable discovery of self and purpose.