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Better the rudest work that tells a story or records a fact, than the richest without meaning.”

Seven Lamps of Architecture (1849) 'The Lamp of Life', sect. 24.


There has only been one constant in my life that has soothed, tantalised, intrigued, and made me want to live and experience. It has been the power of storytelling. I become engrossed in the setting, I get weaved into a plot, I identify with the characters, begin to take sides, conjure up decisions in the conflicts and allow the ride of my life to occur with each and every story that gets told to me. It is a necessity to tell stories, culturally, socially and emotionally for it is these stories that have formed generations of people through the ages. Allowed them, in essence to dream and be able to create a better world for the next generation.

As a small child I would sit with my mother, who would turn each page of a story book and draw me into a world where monsters, princesses, animals, forests of all kinds would move and become a powerful force to be reckoned with. I was the heroine; the giver and taker in these, running through the landscape to come out on top. As I got older I swapped storybooks for dress ups, spending hours alone in my fortress where every inanimate object morphed to my commands. I was creating films.

As people through my life have enriched my soul through their stories, I can only hope that I can do the same for others through mine. Storytelling connects humans together, gives them an identity, a code even to change by, allows them freedom. It is what binds them to one another and makes them want to face a new day with great possibilities. Of course where anything goes.



Stella Dimadis   28/3/2013

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