Art & Serendipity
ser·en·dip·i·ty | \ ˌser-ən-ˈdi-pə-tē:
the faculty or phenomonon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for
Art and Travel
The Artist:
I am a professional artist and college instructor. The art in my art shop is inspired by my travels and where I live (very near Yosemite National Park). I consider it my “hobby art” and not my “real” art. My “real” art is on an entirely different website and deals with the heavy topic of humanity. Feel free to check it out at Lindseypreciadoart.com
The Traveler:
I have an insanely deep desire to travel. Perhaps you are familiar with that feeling you get in your chest when you want to visit a place that is calling to you? That melancholic, heavy, and almost manic feeling that you can feel in your body?
I have that feeling non-stop. It all comes from my mother’s influence. She was the one who made exploring fun, and as a child, we would often get in the car and ask, “Where are we going?”. Her response was always “Serendipity”. This meant no real plan except for being out in nature (nature is free, and we were broke!). I know now that these moments of Serendipity were just a way for her to entertain us without having any money to throw at the problem, but those long days hiking, rock hunting, and driving around are the markers of my childhood. My mother was an explorer at heart. She had such an adventurous spirit and a contagious appreciation for the details. She was constantly filled with wonder. She left this earth at a young age (mid-life) without ever having been able to travel. I feel a sense of deep sadness about this, but I also hold dear the legacy she left: the spirit of an adventurer.
This travel journal is dedicated to her and the traveler she would have been had her life been what she deserved. The fact that she had such a short life has also instilled a sense of urgency within me and that is both a blessing and a curse. I have arrived at a place in my life where my independent tendencies are met with more freedom as my son is all “grown up”. I’m needed far less and now I feel the call to reconnect to .. me has grown louder with the excitement of knowing I have arrived at the place where Serendipity is within reach.
I hope this blog leaves you to imagine the possibilities of your own travels. It isn’t the things we buy (except for that perfume I bought in Rome… holy cannoli!) or monuments (necessarily) we visit that make the journey worthwhile, it is the people, culture, and lifestyles we are allowed to become a part of temporarily that become our most cherished travel memories.