I often think of my time on the Camino. The “simple” life of waking early, walking with the rising sun, and listening to bird songs. Waking through vineyards, fields of wheat, rye, oats, and alongside snow covered mountains with foothills of purple lavender. My morning café con leche, an afternoon exploring a new town, catching up with fellow pilgrims, and finding a place to sketch at the end of each amazing day. It has taken me a while to understand the significance of my pilgrimage on the Camino. This 500-mile journey taught me to believe in my real artist self — I make art, therefore I am.
— Jennifer Lawson

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