Roots and Destination

I went to visit my old art college, I say old with reference to the building in its historical sense, it permeates throughout the entire building, a sense of real calm about it despite the hustle and bustle of creatives all running around in with their eyes firmly fixed within another world, it is not hard to see those upon whose shoulders God laid his hand for a little longer giving them that extra piece of creativity as to make it their birthright to be there.

Excepting the sound recording rooms which have definate presence in the building more even than a tang of contemporary about it, for me at that moment, it was a little like going home to a place that I had not seen for some time; I had only left their last July.

We all need roots, not necessarily those laid down by our birthplace or where we grew up, our true roots lie deep within us and can not be satiated until we become ourselves.

When you visit the Developing Countries such as the Far and Middle East, the Africas, you can see where the wealth of the people lie, there are so many calls in the Western World regarding what and how you do it, in these countries where a man is able to erect a workplace he trades in that which he does best, it is not about the money so much as about survival, and the only way to survive is to do what you do best, for me, that is art.

Ofcourse, we can be many things, a course of study gives anyone a certificate, evidence of passing a course of study, a period whereby information is given to you and, if you have the capacity to memory you should do well at examinations and certificates but it may not necessarily be what you should be

And that is what we should all be striving for in our lives for to be what we were destined to be is that which was intended for us to do in order to survive, for me, that means to be a creative.

There is nothing in the world of art that i dont look forward to experimenting with, the longer i live the more i will experience and interprate to some visual form, there is beauty in everything and I want to see everything, get on with it my head says, but no, that is not experiencing;

the journey is as important as the destination

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