Regular artist meet-ups at the Palffy. Yes, I miss them - the Camelot of Fantastic Art. Gone with the Wind - just like the regular parties at various studios and residences. The odd time we might see one another is at exhibition openings, but even at those, I miss the mutual support and togetherness we had. A few might show up now and then; but before, none of us would miss a opening of one of our group, come hell or high water.
Friends ...... happens only on Television, season after season, until cancelled (10 years - but we didn't last nearly as long).
Freimaler Stammtisch - the last entry 2 years ago (must update this with a RIP entry)
and here is one for your files: Ernst Fuchs birthday February 2012 at the Cafe Palffy:
It was a very interesting time for sure, and you never know what the future holds.
There is no need to ever regret something, anything!
If you regret something, then change accordingly. Make your life what you want it to be. That's the only thing that makes sense.
If things are not working out as you would like them to, then ask yourself why... and always first look within. Then look around you. Then act.
(Lots of people forget or leave out one of these three steps...)
As for friendship, sorry, but it so exists........ not a myth!
I've been friends with some people since I was 11, some since 15, some since 20 or 25, and we are still friends today.
I wrote about my friends in The Armour of Love.
good story - and I am sort of in a similar situation. Separated, but still good friends with my ex. (or again? after some initial hard feelings).
But as you get older, you lose friends .... they pass on. I hate to hear those news ..... like, I never wanted to let my grandparents go. I was very little then, and when I was told, I covered my ears "lalalala" ....... and lately, I do feel the same way. I miss Lena Brauer, for example, calling me and arguing with me - I did enjoy those arguments. There must be something to it that on a snowy-rainy 1st of April, for a brief moment the sun shone onto the grave just as the urn was lowered.