I recently found this article I had saved from my high-school alumni newsletter, written by my drama teacher. In it, she talks about retiring from my high-school. Its a comforting reminder of how all artists are inherently part of an extraordinary tradition; a legacy much larger than themselves.

“The costumes are hanging there, but what I see is a student in character in nearly every one of them, and several people in many of them. They hang and wait to be re-peopled and to come to life again (and again and again). You can’t consider them ghosts, and they are more than memories. They are the spirits of youthful creativity, dreams and hopes, disappointments, laughter, camaraderie, past and future.”