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My entire creative experience evolved from pencil drawings, to pen and ink drawings, to watercolor, to graphic arts, to acrylics to photography, to songwriting, and now, novel writing. . .
Now don't snicker, supposing my eclectic background amounts to nothing more than mimicking the infidelity of a butterfly; their rambling perusing, and even more definitive, their brief interludes with the many flowers it choose to lite upon.
Well, if that's your compellingly plausible analogy of my brief sojourn in these disciplines, then I should gladly add that my brief sojourning in these disciplines was also the unintended consequence for my becoming a maverick of sorts, because from my gestation of these varied experiences and inner seeking, I became empowered to create or reform my own space.
Before then, I was a copycat, laboring hard to replicate as close as possible, the beautiful scene or the central perspective. I continued for some time in this vain replicating mode, unaware of my real inherent creativeness. I'm talking about God-like creativeness that fashioned worlds out of nothing but import from divine thought. That is real creativeness and should be the only model for creative expression in all genres seeking freedom from the finality of a beautiful scene or a central perspective. Because every thing in God's creation never ceases to inform, never ceases to amuse and never ceases to give.
I thank God for extending the boundaries of our spiritual and personal experiences so that we may continue to promote our independent perspectives. Our works should display the idelible beauty of freedom, and make no allowances to appease others' cognitive restraints.
There, I've introduced myself in my now literary sojourn, and will share with you some chapters from my "work in progress" first novel. I invite your critique and comments. Just click on "View Link." I hope you enjoy the first chapter of "The Mysterious Antwan."