A Stunted Creative Life

E. B.
4 min readSep 1, 2020

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…

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E. B.

Translator, writer, dancer. I resist becoming a brand. I have moved away from Medium to Substack. https://elsafigueroa.substack.com/