Old Times

I was looking at my old stuff today, visiting and trying to get in touch with my old friends from DA. It’s really sad that a lot of them are not here now. Well most of them, so much changes in five years.

The way you talk, dress up behave, think, how you don’t think the world is ending anymore. The hope that yes i will change the world falls far behind, I won’t be like my parents fades out slowly.

For me the frequency with which I used to write my journals has changed, lol. I used to be at every concert, now its been ages. Worrying about studies, copying running just being there, thing just change at time.

The lust you had for girls the running after the score the breakups, everything is a lot more subtle and in place. No more raging hormones closing the door being depressed, the whole black wardrobe the jewelry you laugh at now. Making it a point you won’t have anything else then black metal on your PC. Feeling like your 20GB hard drive would never fill up. Downloading Friends on Modem.

The only thing that makes me sad and well feel good at the same time is the fact that a lot of people left art a long time ago. Or atleast from the surface when they were really really good, some kept on doing it moved on. Became some big names in the illustration/photography/animation industry while people better then them just vanished.

I wish we people could have those random thoughts that came in our head at 2.00am in the morning and we had to write the poem down or we’d loose it when we were 17 carry on to our adulthood. I wish we were aspiring and creative all our life just like that. 

Those were good days, hope some of you are still carrying on your art in one form or another. All the oldies, lets back together and remember the old days, its always fun in winters with a cup o coffee