I grew up daydreaming entire stories. I do not mean about myself. I imagined scenarios involving characters I saw in shows or movies. I later, still as a child, imagined original characters. I crafted entire worlds of my own making.
I drew pictures during these early years. I started writing stories when I was in 6th grade. I illustrated and colored my own comic book pages. As I matured, I focused on writing. I stopped drawing.
I did more than write and draw what I imagined. I also made costumes and toys. I painted and sculpted. Alas, I was eventually doing nothing but write.
Since childhood, context meant everything. An interesting picture was only interesting if it had a story. If it did not, I imagined one for it.
I still write. My stories are now books. I illustrate the
covers. I create the title fonts. My creativity has come full circle.
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My childhood was a lot of role play with myself. I often thought somebody was watching me, and so I put on shows for them. Now, I sort of just imagine I am still doing that but for God... and other people who feel like watching.
ReplyDeleteMy friend, I think you had eyes to see and ears to hear from the beginning. You were destined to be artistic accordingly.
DeleteThings tend not to be left behind, merely set aside. Other matters might warrant our attention at the present. Still, what we like has a tendency to come back.
ReplyDeleteWell said. Yeah, those wonderful things may come and go... but they come back.
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