Hoarding and Collecting
This is my studio before I moved in. Two large rooms to fill with stuff.I have been thinking about my stuff. I have loads of it. Sometimes I collect, sometimes I accumulate, and sometimes I just hoard. There is a difference, I am told. Technically I possess, but mostly I feel as if I merely borrow. I don’t mean to collect, but somehow things that I am attracted to keep finding me. What I collect does not necessarily have a finite completion as a collection, but rather is complete when I say it is. I collect many things, but not anything. What I collect changes from time to time.
I collect junk. I hoard and sort junk under the guise of being an archivist, a historian, an archaeologist, a bricoleur. Everything will come in handy some day, be turned into something else. In the meantime I pack, fold, catalogue. Blue fabric in one box, pink in another. Wire in the green basket, Grey blankets together, rolled into sausages. And so it goes. Everything labelled. I do not collect old newspaper, food, cats, children ….
I collect junk. I hoard and sort junk under the guise of being an archivist, a historian, an archaeologist, a bricoleur. Everything will come in handy some day, be turned into something else. In the meantime I pack, fold, catalogue. Blue fabric in one box, pink in another. Wire in the green basket, Grey blankets together, rolled into sausages. And so it goes. Everything labelled. I do not collect old newspaper, food, cats, children ….