Probably one of the most important things, ever in the world, that I love, and use, and rely upon, and cherish, and choose, and polish, and turn over, and over-think...
As an eager and sometimes anxious (Mediterranean) communicator, words (with hand accompaniments) have been my constant tool. I started using them in earnest a little later than most, but I could never be reasonably accused of neglecting them, not once I started, anyway.
And now, as a person who no longer works in conventional places or in the company of others, words are also a most welcome companion whilst I wile away the hours making art. Sometimes even art out of words.
|The Sphere of Good Things|
I am addicted to alliteration.
I used to use more than my fair share, but age and experience have taught me to pull in, pare back and embrace the wisdom that less is more. (It's kinder too.)
If I'm ever stranded on a desert island, can someone please arrange for a Roget's Thesaurus and a complete Oxford English Dictionary?
I think that's all.