As I grew up I saw plastic caps as spaceships, sprinklers as laser cannons, bugs as aliens, ditches as caverns and sticks as guns or swords. I made costumes out of paper bags and toy weapons by cutting wood. I built “armored bases” for my toy soldiers using tin cans. I made “ships” out of popsicle sticks I shaped with sandpaper and assembled with glue. I had so much fun putting my imagination to playful use.
I matured and my imagination matured with me. My aimless play and whimsical creativity became stories, art and games.
I grew up loving Star Trek, Star Wars and Classical Mythology. I especially loved the Red Shirts, Stormtroopers and Amazons. I discovered J.R.R. Tolkien, Robert E. Howard and H.P. Lovecraft and was inspired all the more. I played Dungeons and Dragons, Mass Effect and Elder Scrolls and was amazed a game could feel like watching a movie or reading a good book.
I customize my interests to my own preferences. Even as a child it was my tendency to refine my inspirations, mix them and then reshape them. My intent was never to be “different” but rather to cleanse what I like of what I do not like and fiddle with it. Alas, my originality is unassuming.
Art, games and fiction can only be what they are made of. Passion is intensity. Sexuality is sensuality. Insight is enlightening. Thoughtful is mindful. Love and enthusiasm are vim and vigor. The expression is the art, no matter its medium. So long as the creator is inspired the work shall prove inspiring. To thine own self be true, indeed.