J Muzacz (me, single, white male) likes to travel. with not much. a pad and a pen, some clothes, maybe a toothbrush.. that way the experiences and people you come across in foreign lands are more raw and real. not some digital flick of a finger, to be castaway into a hard-drive closet or uploaded to the facebook photo album graveyard and never really recollected again. i guess a picture is worth a thousand words? well a drawing, sitting there, smelling people walk by, and having little kids look over your shoulder at a creation, albeit 8.5×11″ or smaller even, but its care, and time, a dedication to a craft. a minimal expression of ones surrounding. reclamation really.. but anyway, these photos are from egypt, and europe mostly. after i graduated college with a sociology degree i decided to go and see now what the world would teach me. about people and cultures, about how to live a happy life. and i learned quite a lot, from marag, the highland cattle who had a dreadlock on her tummy and munched hay like there’d be no tomorrow. she lived way up in the hebrides a 1.5 hour ferry ride from mainland scotland, on an island with no trees, can you imagine! from the throngs of tourists round the collisseum, the camels hiking round the pyramids, the mummies in the museum, grave-robbed from their infinite slumber, the reflection of myself in a train window as my gaze relaxed from the constant influx of newness whizzing by.. (don’t try to keep up!) and even a portuguese anarcho-artist collective where i slept on a trampoline for a week in exchange for cooking some meals and painting.some writing, stream of consciousness about my surroundings, maybe descriptions or philosophies, some favorite quotes from a book or a passerby, some funny happenstances, and doodles, oodles of doodles. a pen and some paper.