White Sands, Georgia O'Keeffe and Grooving in New Mexico

My first stop in New Mexico was the White Sands National Monument where I ran around the dunes, getting sand in every place imaginable (and unimaginable.) I sat on top of a hill, watching the sunset, and cried tears of joy, grief, gratitude, fear, every feeling released far from anyone else, feeling comforted by the elements surrounding me. I tend to think about comparison when I’m around sand. Every minuscule grain so different from the next, binding together and separately to create something incredible. Just like this Earth. Every human so different on all scales, but together creating beauty in an ever flowing state.

Without sounding too out there (a disclaimer because I KNOW my brother in law will pick on me for what I’m about to say. Love you Ritchie…) sand makes me think of us humans and how comparison is often at the front of our brains. Comparing looks, income levels, intellectual ability. Dwindling us humans down to only the outer. But we’re so much more than that. We’re incredible beings filled with minuscule grains of inner-workings in our body, our minds, our hearts. Each human incomparable to the next. Quit comparison. Love your individual grain. Find gratitude in it all.

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After the sands, I headed towards Santa Fe to the Georgia O’Keeffe Museum. O’Keeffe is someone I’ve looked up to for years. How she translated still and moving objects, creating paintings of what she felt instead what was physically there is what I relate to most in my own painting and drawings.

I had to create an equivalent for what I felt about what I was looking at - not copy it.”

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Post art inspiration, I got to see a Brooklyn friend play bass in a band and groove along in the middle of the weirdest and coolest venue I’ve ever stepped foot into. Familiar faces are nice in distant places. So are hugs, porch hangs and platonic intimacy. Living this life is incredible. Also, check out Barrie the Band. They’re grand.


Shauna Lane