I love this and it has stayed with me - stirring up questions about what I squirrel away and why....The top drawer of my dresser is "devoted" to stuff I can't discard in the moment, and it regularly becomes full to overflowing. Periodically, I sort through, throw away, put somewhere else, until it's almost bare. But It has an appetite of its own....within a matter of weeks, it's chock full again! It's my personal diary, objects that connect me to my past, to longings and dreams, to intentions...
Love it! Reminded me of that photographer who takes photos of the contents of second graders pockets. Its never really random. Sometimes everything in a kids pocket is a car, or all things the same color. Sometimes only food. Or only sticks. Cant recall her name.
I have studied my own “collections” as a way to find my voice in painting. Amazing how many breadcrumbs we leave for ourselves on the path to discovering what we like. And what we like is the door to the creative source. So I was like, I dont really collect things. Then I really looked. I have unconsciously hoarded beads for decades.
Curly or straight? Heavy or light? Cool or warm? Savory or sweet? Its an endless sea of clues we leave for ourselves.
I love this and it has stayed with me - stirring up questions about what I squirrel away and why....The top drawer of my dresser is "devoted" to stuff I can't discard in the moment, and it regularly becomes full to overflowing. Periodically, I sort through, throw away, put somewhere else, until it's almost bare. But It has an appetite of its own....within a matter of weeks, it's chock full again! It's my personal diary, objects that connect me to my past, to longings and dreams, to intentions...
Love it! Reminded me of that photographer who takes photos of the contents of second graders pockets. Its never really random. Sometimes everything in a kids pocket is a car, or all things the same color. Sometimes only food. Or only sticks. Cant recall her name.
I have studied my own “collections” as a way to find my voice in painting. Amazing how many breadcrumbs we leave for ourselves on the path to discovering what we like. And what we like is the door to the creative source. So I was like, I dont really collect things. Then I really looked. I have unconsciously hoarded beads for decades.
Curly or straight? Heavy or light? Cool or warm? Savory or sweet? Its an endless sea of clues we leave for ourselves.
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