The style of one's creativity isn't in the hands of the individual, but of the force that animates him. What's in one's influence is only the refinement or lack thereof of their natural current of novelty. So mimicry is the errand of a fool who knows no respect for himself yet. That is until his mediocre productions bring the suffering of dissatisfaction that compels him to uncover the unique eternal well from which only he can draw from & pour its rejuvenating liquid into others cups. The oak could never produce mangoes & never tries to do such a distorted thing. Especially when the fruits are already appearing in their best form. Such is the same for the leopard who never attempts to swim through the ocean when orcas have commanded its domain. So why does the painter spend his time in a cube with other lost typists supporting a language foreign to his native tongue? The unfortunate plight of people is we can become colonized by ideas impressed upon us by articulate actors of Earth. But what is communicating instructions to the oak? It can only be God's common sense that much of the educated among us have lost with our sharp thinking & dull attention who have become allergic to mystery. Having spent decades in academia, cold symbols have become companions instead of Nature's music that contains the enchanting tones of timeless spells. When one would rather read about the wind's refreshment on a hot summer's day than travel to its present location, they've taken a backwards angle along their path of maturity. Boundless creativity that's unlocked by the patience of wonder & a relaxed yet engaged nervous system has been obscured by the rush of consuming malnutritious records forged by perspectives outside their own. With each meal, the mind only becomes more confused, hungry, & a step further away from the real inspiration it seeks to allow for the emergence of an order not yet recognized by history. & because its unprecedented, its incomparable structure is defined as an insignificant error; even though the oak is never mistaken in its course to reveal acorns at the ripeness of its survival across spacetime. Observe yourself to be that branch connected to the Great Tree upon which all things rise from. After this is seen, there will be no problem you cannot solve & no canvas you cannot paint on.
