All my life, I was escaping — from people, places, and from my own mind. From myself, whoever I believed that self to be. Yet every escape proved futile, because we share one consciousness. Before anything else, one must learn to let go of illusions.

The artist’s greatest invention is the transformation of consciousness.

TRAVEL NO END

2004 — Present
There is something profound about travelling. Not tourism — travelling. Leaving behind home, certainty, and the life you once knew in order to move towards the unknown.

I have always loved the line from The Sheltering Sky:
“A tourist is someone who thinks about going home the moment they arrive, whereas a traveller might not come back at all.”

Between 2004 and 2009, I travelled through more than 180 places across Europe and spent months in New York, Buenos Aires, and Damascus.

I travelled without a fixed plan, surrendering to whatever each day would bring — changing stations, boarding trains and planes, meeting strangers who sometimes disappeared after an evening and others who remained for years.

At times, the loneliness felt overwhelming. Yet within that solitude were moments of transcendence — rare states where life revealed itself in its deepest form.

Travel became more than movement through geography. It became a journey through consciousness itself.

— Monika K. Adler, London, 2026.