Art+Culture Road Trips

Looking at Art Makes Me Feel Alive

Witnessing a person, or persons, creativity consumes me with wonder.

Wonder and hope.

When I look at art, I imagine the artist and the life in which the art was created.

When I look at art, not in a book but in its true human form, I feel as if I am meeting someone for the first time, even if I have met them before.

Looking at art is a full sensory experience, made all the more profound by the forbiddeness of touch.

Like being in the heart of a landscape, either wilderness or urban, looking at art causes the blood to course through my veins, my knees to weaken, my mind to explode from that which I cannot control but can only feel.

Looking at art fills me with a longing to search out the best in myself.

To never stop looking. To never stop seeing.

Footnote: These pictures capture a week on the streets of London where the days were dense with unbridled voyeurism. Ric thought I should edit the images and he is probably right, but I want you to feel as wildly overwhelmed as I did.

In October 2012, I drove 6,800 kms with my artist husband, Ric Kokotovich (, and my dog Iggy, to spend 6 months in our adopted city of Merida. Leaving the fast paced world of Calgary behind, I packed my books, art and entrepreneurial spirit, and set off to explore what lay beyond the borders that had become my life. In October 2013 we hit the road south again, hoping to find out what ‘living the dream’ really means. This is my adventure.

1 comment on “Looking at Art Makes Me Feel Alive

  1. The vibrancy of that great city comes through in every shot!

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