Clearly time for me to get back to real life after my magnificent vacation to the end of the earth. Since I got home I've mainly been doing laundry, unpacking and reading old newspapers, but the gravitational pull of art is starting to be felt.
I know from my art history readings that many artists have come home from vacations with new excitement and outlooks that have changed their entire work. The young Paul Klee, for instance, famously went to Tunisia with two of his lesser-known artist pals, Louis Moilliet and August Macke. In only a couple of weeks his brilliant watercolor sketches convinced him that color and paint were far more important than drawing, and he came home firmly pointed in the direction of greatness.
Unlike Klee, I didn't make sketches on my vacation, just took pictures (would art history have changed if Klee had brought a Brownie with him?). But I did think occasionally about whether and how the wonderful, exotic scenery of Antarctica is going to affect my art.