Yoh Issues: The Gift and Curse of Nostalgia
Presently, the past is one of the most treasured gifts that we can cherish. For every desired accomplishment, there’s been someone who’s walked a similar path. The foot prints are still in the sand for our retracing purposes. Learning through retraction, in hopes of discovering what they uncovered, or using the tools that weren’t yet acquired to arrive at the same destination. One of the greatest flaws I’ve witness with our time is the misconception that mimicking is the same as progression. To truly master what’s been left by the gods of yesteryear is to apply modern techniques, and infuse forgotten tactics. Nostalgia is such a curse because it brings familiarity and not the unknown fear of something new. In retrospect, everything nostalgic was once modern, and without the risk of its creation then we wouldn’t have anything to reminisce over. Being stuck in the 90’s isn’t aiding in forward thinking, but rewarding regression. I should never have to wonder if I’m in 2013 or 1993!?
One of the greatest flaws I’ve witness with our time is the misconception that mimicking is the same as progression. To truly master what’s been left by the gods of yesteryear is to apply modern techniques, and infuse forgotten tactics.
Art is the time capsule of the era. It’ll be the mirror that reflects “US” for the future generations. The 80’s looked backed on the 70’s, the 90’s looked back on the 80’s, and so forth, allowing the study of a time that flourished in new fashions styles, haircuts, music, artist, literature. They saw the past and created a future with the findings, and with technological advances there is no reason why we shouldn’t be creating modern greatness. Setting a new standard in artistic mediums that aren't gimmicked around what was previously created. It’s time to innovate, be risky and fearless. How can we be the future and so stagnant about moving forward!? Its pure laziness and an unhealthy romantic affair with familiarity. I want the thrill of discovering something unseen, unheard, uncreated, and undone. Something that will truly exist when age steals away our youth, and replace it with hairs of gray and experience by the name of wrinkles. Study the past, create presently, and pave the way for the future.
Thank you to Dave and Drop for killing this and collaborating with me. Love to my friends, love to the future. Fuck the word swank.