THE INTERPRETATION OF FANTASY
I write fantasy. I create worlds. It’s an art, that comes from the soul. It’s Ars Ex Animo. Fantasy is not, as many think, a mere creation of the mind. It is more of an interpretation of things that lie deep, within our spirit.
For example, one does not need to be a king, in order to know what it means to lose a kingdom. If you have lost, let’s say, a career you loved, you know.
One does not need to lose a child, in order to know how it feels to have your heart broken and ripped out of your chest piece by piece. If you have put all your love, talent, time and effort into one project, only to have it cut off in its bud, you know.
One does not need to have walked through the desert to know how it feels to be dried up and exhausted. If you have gone through an emotional desert, where nothing blooms and your life seems to be nothing but dry bones in the wind, you know.
You see, Fantasy, is never what it appears. It’s always something else. In my book, “The Basket-maker”, I talk about a wounded man who wakes up to discover that he has no memories of the past, or of himself, and he learns the art of basket-making as a way of living. But the book is not really about a man making baskets, not even about a man who used to be a king, a husband and a father. It’s actually about the utter humiliation of being reduced to nothing. It’s about his struggle to find himself, apart from anything he might have been in the past. It’s about his effort to bring up out of his nothingness, something of value. Find a role in his world.