The creative process, or the process of creation if that be more precise, is a uniquely confusing occurrence. You're sitting enjoying a deliciously satisfying cup of tea (if PDC tea can be referred to that generously) reading the opening lines of a novel you're supposed to be reading as course-work (The Portrait of a Lady by Henry James) when suddenly, after having reached only the 3rd line, you sense the conception of an indea in dark recesses of your grey-matter. Fortunately, it's not quite as complicated as my verbally-challenged command of the language makes it out to be. It's more like a lightening bolt hitting you square on the head (not that I know what that feels like). It's something like a orgasm (which I do know a bit about) except that it's restricted to your head. Sometimes, it can go as far as a physical sensation. Either way, it's a unique, exhilarating and liberating experience. Almost as liberating as putting the idea down into words or colors or pictures or videos or however it takes your fancy to do so.

In my case, I don't really know if I'm actually creative. I create. It's not beautiful or perfect or even good. It is mine. In which case I guess I'm about as close to God at that moment as I'll ever be. He creates too--it may not be beautiful, perfect or even good! I have found the essence of God!