Over the past decade, Daniel P. Reynolds has been chased at gun-point through the streets of Brazil; narrowly escaped road bandits in the deserts of Morocco; was tear-gassed in the Paris riots; temporarily adopted a cat in Thailand; drank his way through the pubs of Ireland and matched it pint for pint with the clubs of Los Angeles. He has belly danced with women in Marrakech; snorkeled off the Baja coast of Mexico; shot music videos on the streets of Rome; was swept up in a Barcelona street parade; lost a ukulele on a train in Venice; lost his fear of heights on top of the Great Wall of China; and lost his self-respect in the karaoke bars of Southern Massachusetts - all the while painting and sculpting his way through the world.