I spent the early part of this year, shifting between the isolated wilds of northern alberta and the warm coast of british colombia. Both provinces contained a barrage of new friends, that felt like old ones. Months of living out stories, instead of retelling the ones that have already happened. And since the moment my plane has touched down in toronto, it’s as though i’ve hit the ground running.
This entire year so far has been an acceleration of tiny moments, that feel like big ones.
I finished this tattoo design in the rainy coffee shops of east van, for a roommate i left in alberta. And while i’m so glad to be home, it reminds me fondly of wood paneled motel rooms, and the muddy backs of pick up trucks.