A genesis of writing sufficiently to call it a book / Twenty-one days with my Father – 2026

The very first spark was to honor the unique human I was gifted for a father, along with a profound desire to demonstrate the insurmountable essences of love which I know through you, by planting an appreciation garden.

Almost instantly, after that initial spark, my artistic spine begged to participate. Hence, before writing a single sentence or thought down, about two years ago I began storing in my mind a lineal, surreal, and investigative compilation of memories, intending to enhance them through the imagination of conversations we never had. The latter is what the creative spine has been calling for ever since, to the point that I have been working on visual conversation pieces, like silverpoint drawings, and woodblock prints.

The core, though, is the challenging effort of writing. And what better way is there than the act of handwriting? The mind, the heart, the fountain pens, the paper, the strokes, the inclinations, the flow, the entirety of knowing that I am writing for you, and because of you, as if you were looking over my shoulder to delight in what shall soon become a book.

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