…Writing. More than just this weblog, I’m thinking. I’m imagining myself once again stimulating the unused and neglected nodes of my brain to be revived and ready to provide me with the necessary imaginative qualities to produce works which convey my deepest emotions. This could be in the form of poetry or prose, simply anything which I find delight in expressing myself. I believe the old adage, ‘A picture is worth a thousand words’ has more meaning in its reciprocal – ‘A word is worth a thousand pictures.’ Myself being a visually driven individual, one who has inherent spatial ‘brilliance’ (no immodesty intended) works of art appeal greatly to me, whether on the canvas of a great painter, or on the monitor of an undiscovered Photoshop prodigy. These all are fine, but there is something about the written word, something that has the inherent ability to convey a hundred visual interpretations if one has the capacity for such creativity. I admire the way in which the pigment from the pen of a talented writer can serve the purpose of filling the reader with scenes of various textures of emotion, to take one away from reality into a world of phantasmic proportion. Pure phantasm, of course. How I wish my own pen could do the same.