A Stunted Creative Life

I close my eyes and fade into the darkness. Vaguely formed shapes melt into my field of vision, and I sink into myself. Images rise up all on their own and my excitement peaks. I live for this moment, for this feeling. A creative idea is forming. It rises up from formless colors and pure, unbridled emotion. But it has no form yet, no medium even.

It is this that I cherish, that which I chase and…