My own pursuit is in chase of those wonderful IDEAS floating the unconscious ether. I care to map the inner worlds, qualities of dreams, nightmares, from the silence and into descriptive illumination.
I have always been attracted to the idea I would eventually render a body-of-work that only I was "meant to render in just that way." There is something undying about a note-perfect or chaotically beautiful rendition from the stuff of dreams. Immortality may be found in a book which captures some marvelous visions, universal truths, or honest feelings about being alive...since we're here. One may as well have their own unique "say." Ernest Hemingway published his first novel, "The Sun Also Rises," over eighty years ago, and long after his passing, that vintage volume of thought he cared to write, sits on my bookshelf.
I wish to express myself through writing to other thinking, dreaming minds, sharing what storms and streams about inside my imagination. Since I was a child, I have understood this desire. Through all those winding, challenging branches in the random road, this guiding light has never left me.
