Reza Bavar
I'm sitting in Seattle-Tacoma International Airport watching the Virgin America plane I'm going to fly back to LA on prepare to welcome the new round of travelers moving through space. The sky is overcast with topaz and azure streaks breaking through the grey and white. Planes rise up through the sky and disappear into the clouds.
I like this moment. It comes off a three hour drive from Vancouver in the heart of the last gasp of winter. I think about deep things in times like this. I ponder my life and dream. I play out scenarios in my head and embrace my aspirations; I have to hold on to them because sometimes I feel like they will burst out from my chest.
I like to create. I like to make things better. I love to do things that have never been done before. I seek out adventure and don't ever mind risk. I suppose I live in a grey zone where I yearn for stability but court chaos.
My favorite things all involve interaction and keeping a young soul. I want to change the world for the better. I want to hear people's stories and learn from them. I want to dig into the Earth and and plant something no one has ever seen before.