Faces. I see them every day, in comings and goings on my bicycle: An old man, folded in a deck chair. A woman in the back of a motorcycle, with a piercing stare. A man standing by a cart. Their expressions betray their emotions, flickering in and out. There are stories. Lived, and imagined.
Track X was my first uncharted step into "the design unknown."
After graduating with a degree in tourism almost a decade ago, design-as-vocation was a life direction I had taken from almost zero. I had taught myself without any mentor, without qualifications, and withtout a clear understanding of where I was headed. In my early teens I had been aware that I had a raw gift, so the skills came easily, but I knew that it wasn't enough since every skill needs a purpose and goal in order to grow.
The year was 2013. I went to Sikkim—a jutting piece of Indian territory set between Bhutan, Tibet and Nepal— I had only a vague notion of its history, and hoped for a new adventure in experiential learning.