Language is the most intimately physically of all artistic mean. We have it palpably in our mouth; it is our langue, our tongue. Writing it, we shape it with our hands. Reading aloud what we have written - as we must do, if we are writing carefully - our language passes in at the eyes, out of the mouth, in at the ears; the words are immersed and steeped in the senses of the body before they make sense in the mind. They cannot make sense in the mind until they have made sense in the body. Does shaping one’s words with one’s own hands impart character and quality to them, as does speaking them with one’s own tongue to the satisfaction of one’s own ear?... I believe it does
Pastels, pastels and more pastels coming soon...
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look at the tip! Ooh la la!