Wall of the Past

The painting in the header and nineteen others painting crafted over the years went up on the wall. Part of me is proud and in love with the raw emotion displayed on the wall. The other part of me walks through each one of the emotions as I look at the paintings. Let's see there are six crushes/ loves, a group that displays four major events in my life, some hopes and dreams, some friends lost to time and distance, some goofy times, some sad times, some stories of people that would be strangers now...

There, in those paintings, lives small parts of me, that I will never claim to understand. Pieces that were unique, and burned quickly and brightly. Each one documenting an idea, dream, or moment that had captivated my mind until I had to express it on the canvas.

Between painting, my classes and my writing, I think that I will be able to slow myself down long enough to find out who I am. Meaning on the since of who I am, when it does not come to painting, writing and college; I plan to learn those things in a much different fashion, just dive head long into it. Writing, Painting, and Learning are things that I do as me, not who I am.

As of right now, three quarters of the biggest wall in my lounge are covered by paintings. Which is roughly one third of all the wall space of the room. I figure that if I work at it I will be able to fill the rest of the walls by the end of the semester.

Currently, I have the dreams of a fantastic plan that seems to be coming together. My cousin and one of good friends are going to start to work together. We are forming what I hope to always hold as the Writers' Collective. The basic premise is for the three of us to get together for an hour or two every week to share and discuss our work, to look into our favorite authors and to discuss there literary styles, to make goals for ourselves, to push each other to publish, to discuss acceptance and rejection of works, make sure that if the publishers want something changed we only change it if we in fact do not mind and think the piece would be better without.

As for my learning goes, I want to prove something to myself. I understand the poisonous nature of setting for high goals, but I think that I can make straight A's this semester, even though I have only been to one of the courses so far. It is not arrogance that I stake my claim, it is the fact that I know the grades that I got last semester and I know how much I actually applied myself to the information. So really the plan is to force myself to follow the strict rubrics of college.

So if I were to ask you anything in the claim to search for change, it would be this. I want you to open up the photo albums, dust off the old art projects, go back to the journal that you used to pour your soul in in grade school, call up a friend that you wish you had never lost. I want you to walk head long into the past and try to figure the future.

Practical Application of History: Analyzing patterns and learning more about the macro level of human interaction, in order to make sure to not to repeat the same patterns that lead to mistakes before. The future can be shaped by the past because you can use what you know to progress.

Who was it who said 'Insanity is doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results?'

-NK