I first heard of Mustang: The Last Forbidden Kingdom when I was thirty years old. I knew I would one day find and explore this ancient Tibetan land. I recently completed an eighteen-day, traditional Himalayan trek, with guides, Sherpas and cooks, to Mustang, now within the borders of Nepal.
This profound experience so altered me in some indefinable way that I am compelled to write about it with the hope that you will feel some of what I felt and experience the joy and freedom that defined this trek. I knew having this show and opening party was a mandatory event long before I left Nepal. Most of the smaller pieces in this show I found in the villages we passed through between the 13,000 ft. passes we climbed. Each piece was loaded on the backs of mules, the same way traders have done for some 30 centuries. It’s the real thing. I never imagined I would be dragging treasures through these high passes. David: Mule-Man-of-the-Himalayas brings you some of the most real everyday life artifacts ever seen! Funny, but it’s true. I laugh at the madness of what I do. I laugh with joy. I laugh at the unexpected discoveries that comprise the best story I’ve ever told. I laugh because I love life with its endless fears and pain, beauty and magic, annoyances and loves.
This is what I found: sweet people, silence, brotherhood, peace, joy, and love. I also found a dozen monastery doors, portable Tibetan Buddhist shrines, folk art, and a host of other treasures.
I sometimes think I should act like a museum curator, scholarly and erudite. I’m not. I’m a mad man on the loose finding extraordinary pieces from unexpected places. I’m motivated by beauty, awe, and fun. I live to discover, create and share the heart and soul of the cultures and people of where I have been and what I’ve found. What to do?