Arty. To me the word's got as much venom associated with it as 'wacky'.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
It's the word 'artful'; it's such a great word, with its dark and its light side, its art and its cunning, the craft and the crafty of it - I've been preoccupied with the word 'artful' and the twin notions of 'cornucopia' and 'pickpocket' it suggests for quite some time.
I was always a bit arty-farty as a boy. 'Come on, Mr. Arty-Farty,' my sister used to say to me.
I grew up hearing words like snakeroot, sassafras, mullein - things that had wondrous, mysterious sounds in their names.
On a single day, I read articles where I was described as being alternately 'lanky,' 'pudgy,' 'doughy,' 'balding,' 'utterly forgettable,' and 'constantly irritating.'
You know, funny is this weird word for me. I hear is so many times it has no meaning anymore.
I like 'nerves'! I like the word 'migraineur'. I like the word 'madness'. These are OK words. The 19th century had a very handy term: 'neurasthenic'. I think that's a very useful word. We all know what that means: it means extra-sensitive.
Take a simple name like Nicholas: you can rhyme it with ridiculous. If you aren't too meticulous. You know, every word's rhymable.
I seem to be the most wordy when it comes to monsters because I'm a bit of a monster freak.
Maybe 'Doonby' will haunt people for awhile and make them wonder, 'What was that really about?' And that excites me as an artist.
I suppose I just like being arty. That's all. Arty.