Beautiful, Creative minds..

I found these old pictures buried amongst various treasures in the box of keepsakes that lives by my bed. I think I keep it there as a comfort, so that I'll never be too far away from the past.
They were done, one each, by my two closest childhood friends and when I saw them I was filled with the strangest warmth and sadness at the same time.
This was what it meant to be really creative. Back when art happened because we wanted it to - before we turned it into a task.
I wonder now whether any of us are ever as creative as when we were young? sure, these pictures aren't spectacular originals, but they were drawn because the artist wanted them to be. Not because the world demand them.

If only we could turn every university assignment into something we created.
i feel like the essays and reports I write are just a desperate plea to be the clone of an a+ inside the mind of a lecturer I don't even know.

Writing and art used to mean so much more...

Tonight, I'm struggling with this.

Sweet dreams xxx