I had the opportunity to visit my old high school recently with a group of friends. Aside from how odd it felt to walk the halls again as if I had never left, I was struck by the consistent thread of urgent youth – a certain newness to everyone’s perspective, despite all the changes that have occurred since my time there and in all the lifetimes of the students before me.
I have often wondered how our collective perspective will shift if we begin living longer. Whether we will take longer to move through the stages of our lives or will there still be an urgency to mature as there is now – whether we will take more time to explore our chosen vocations or have more of them.
At the moment I want to keep making images and continue to examine my surroundings in relevant ways but will I always want this? In time will something else interest me or is that youthful quest past me?
I’m finding it difficult to comment on this in my current state of hurried completion. I always feel at loose ends as I near the finish of a project. Anything could happen – usually not just anything does happen, but rather a logical progression of some kind. For me it’s still a time of foreshortened horizons and confused thoughts.