
It was almost fifteen years ago that I painted this humble little scholastic piece for a Christmas card to send to my family and friends back home (usually to build sympathy for more money and food). I was months away from graduating from San Jose State University with my new bachelors degree in graphic design and illustration. I wasn't sleeping, eating, showering or shaving but pulling all-nighters to barely finish paintings before day-light and the end of the semester. I remember being filled with sweet anticipation, hope and a far-off dream of my future that propelled my classmates and I forward with such passion and determination.
Not much has really changed since those days. I'm still up all hours of the night, still making my illustrations and paintings and still dreaming of what I want to do with my work, but now I'm suddenly wondering "where has the time gone?" and that it really is true what they say that all we have are our dreams. It's not whether you became what you thought you would, made that money you struggled so hard for or became an over-night sensation but that you continue to dream for tomorrow. For this I am grateful, grateful for the people that believed in me and stayed by my side, listened and didn't let me give up. And now that I am a teacher, and watch my own batch of tired, sleepy-eyed, hunger-panged, dream-filled potentials drag their heels through the classroom door to make that one last deadline and critique, that I stop and laugh, a joyous laugh down deep at the vigor and determination of my own youth, the youth that still lives in me and that our dreams never really leave us but simply mold into something even more encompassing and more beautiful and that all we have to do is to live it, keep believing in it and to share it with whomever will stop to listen.
Image: ©Copyright 1995 Trey Gallaher