I've been thinking about the things that are most precious to me. Nearly all are simple gifts or 'found' objects and each is more important and meaningful to me than any of the expensive, luxurious things I own. They include:A stone with a hole in it that I found on a beach in Norfolk, near my grandmother's house. It was the first time I saw her as an adult and the last time before she passed away. I wore it as a pendant for a number of years, with leather threaded through the opening. When I hold it, I see a film in my head of the time I spent with her. A carved and delicately painted wooden bust of Buddha. The face is feminine and particularly beautiful and peaceful. I used to have it facing my bed, to watch over me while I slept. Now it sits on a makeshift altar in a corner of my home studio. I have taken it to every place I've lived since I bought it during my late teens. A box from Papua New Guinea. Carved from a single, solid piece of wood, the lid slides open to reveal partitions, and a smooth half circle. It was intended (and used) for storing and mixing ingredients (calcium and daka or betel leaf) to add to areca nut to make a stimulant referred to as betel nut. There's still some residue on the wood. I keep small, precious pieces in there.A small statue of the Madonna, carved in soapstone. I don't know where it's from, other than it was a gift from my dearest friend. It's been worn smooth in patches from being touched over many years.A Buddha carved from a single piece of blood-red garnet, a gift from collectors of my work to whom I am very close. As a child, I used to fossick for raw garnets and sapphires in local creeks and waterholes. We found hundreds of them. They were kept in jars of water which we held up to the sunlight to look at, turning them around like home-made kaleidoscopes.An inexpensive bangle that I bought for myself when I was in art school. It's silver, inlaid with pieces of black shell cut smooth and regular. I don't know why i like it so much, other than that it's been a rare constant in my life. I never take it off.A small, sculptural hat pin in the shape of a crow that I found in a second hand shop, long ago. It's made of dull black plastic sequins, sewn to overlap each other. The feathers are cut out of the same plastic and sewn in a fan-like semicircle. It has a metal beak,and yellow beaded eyes. I wear it in my hair, when it is long. It's beautiful, but also a little sinister. I feel like it protects me, like eyes in the back of my head. I often wonder what objects hold meaning for other people, what become their intimate fetishes, and why. Why not tell me about yours?