i want to be a writer.
but even more than that, a poet– a creator and author of beautiful imagery.
a beacon of illustrated truths nestled in mundane glory.
one is a poet who discovers the intricacies of the unseen (or the rarely seen).
that poet then constructs powerful portraits as to display these new depths of understanding.
through the experience of the poet’s work, one may be just that one step closer to purity of the Creator.
(an exercise in creative writing)
Tahnawannawriteit:
One of the things I wish I had kept from when I was in 8th grade was a fairly extensive "body of work" in poetry that I had written. I spent most of the year writing primarily for a creative writing class I was taking at The Albuquerque Academy; where I attended school.
Though it was rudimentary at first it grew into a project that earned me an A+ grade for style, creativity and content. My teacher told me that she thought I could one day become an accomplished writer and poet. If I had been a girl, I would still have that binder because girls keep everything! My sadness now is that I do not have it to share with you because I think you would have been delighted to read the thoughts and words of your dad at the age of 14.
Perhaps some of your incredible creative talent was genetically transferred to you from me; what an honor and a privilege it is to have such a beautiful and creative person like you related to me!
As I have said many times in the past, never lose your passion for your art. If allowed, life will interfere with one's passion, oft times at the very suppression of creativity forever. Never let your passion die and if paying the bills requires a distraction let it be just that, a distraction that is merely a bridge to the ultimate goal of your avocation (art in many forms) becoming your life's vocation!
I love you very much.
Dad
This is me commenting back to your comment on my blog, remotely.
Just stopped by, needed to say that when I look at your photographs and read what you say I feel peace. Thanks for that.