I’ve always loved words. I ate up all the books I could get my hands on, and when I couldn’t get books, I read candy wrappers and labels on cereal and toothpaste boxes.
I love words too, and boxes. In fact, packaging of all kinds. I’ve been known to buy stuff just for the package. Like these Chinese versions of British digestive biscuits. That is one great graphic.
Bold on the top of the box, that industrially perfect ring of chocolate, and the artistic shadowing and texture. Plus the interesting name of Dr. You. Is that me, making myself healthy or them, getting me to buy their biscuits? A twisty treat with a cup of tea.
So, everywhere I go, I bring back bags and boxes. I tuck them into my suitcase and when I get home, tuck them into my desk drawer. And every once in a while, I take them out, smooth them and return to market day in Chalkis or teatime in Vienna.