i was clearing up my room digging thro some of my old stuff. found some photos of my studio in yr one. looking at those photos i remember how different things were in year one.
the way studios were meant to be.
table, fences and heaps of rubbish - evidence of work.
my table which i managed to keep wif me for 2yrs.
i remember my first day and how we were addresed, how we were taught to behave and how strict our lecturer was (now he's a softie). while it seem like we had chosen a ticket to 3yrs of damnation; the experience, though painstakingly taxing on our mental and physical selves, was in the end truly fullfilling. it was satifying to look back and noe u had really worked hard. it was gratifying to realise the amount u learnt wif the hrs u had put into work. it was dignifying to noe u were to the only ones, save a few other cohorts taught under the same lecturer, to hav been put through such ordeal and to have made it through.
i miss those times where jus abt everyone worked doubly hard, and did three times as much as we wldave. we were pushed, much, but not to our limits. however i feel that while most of us longed for rest and our eye rings only grew darker; we had ambition, common goals and also a common antagonist - our lecturer Keith. wif these hopes and cares occupying us, we had little time to form clicks, to be lazy and wasting our time, and to scrutinise each other's differences.
hard but simple times, yr one of interior architecture and design, wld always be a very large part of my life.
feeling nostalgic
