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Growth & Change

Wed Mar 18, 2009, 10:28 AM
I was looking again into DA... MY account on it and all that comes and goes.
It's kinda strange actually.

My last update around here, was in Feb 2008!

Still, that was the subject that made me want to write something.
It's the artistic growth and change of focus one can have in time.

From the first time I got into DA (6 damn year ago) up 'till now.

I see my old stuff, and many of it I want to re-do it, for I learned so much since then. But I also wonder if I should, I mean. I also think I should leave it behind, it was part of my learning process, wasn't it?

Plus I see how much I could actually try to be a artist, like.. Really, a artist. But how I did, and my life did change me a bit more into communication design. and how I like it.

Looking around here makes me think how much I did actually change in this matter, but also I miss it a lot. Strange feeling, a bit af nostalgia, but also a bit of disappointment. Understandable? Hmmm.. I'd say it inexplicable.

Just sharing something that probably no one will ever read.

And sayin that, again, I plan hang around a little bit more, but no promises as I did in the past.

Let's see, and let's hope I don't disapoint the people that liked my "art" before.

Cheers...

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"Marginalia" by Deborah Warren

Finding an old book on a basement shelf --
gray, spine bent-- and reading it again,
I met my former, unfamiliar, self,
some of her notes and scrawls so alien

that, though I tried, I couldn't get (behind
this gloss or that) back to the time she wrote
to guess what experiences she had in mind,
the living context of some scribbled note;

or see the girl beneath the purple ink
who chose this phrase or that to underline,
the mood, the boy, that lay behind her thinking --
but they were thoughts I recognized as mine;

and though there were words I couldn't even read,
blobs and cross-outs; and though not a jot
remained of her old existence -- I agreed
with the young annotator's every thought:

A clever girl. But what would she see fit
to comment on -- and what would she have to say
about the years that she and I have written
since -- before we put the book away?
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=( Where is Ico?

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