This idea resonates in particular since I’ve just entered a new decade of life… and inspires me to upgrade some of my systems to be better at maintaining my own archive. Thanks, Cecil!
In my garage is stored some artworks from decades ago that I've created. Some still are so worthy of my love for them, others......not so much. Those have served their time back when they were shown to the public, but unsold for whatever reasons. In the last year or so, I've taken to "shopping" for junk from the unloved pieces to use in new ones, and the rest of the picked apart sculpture will be trashed with no emotions about that taking place. Since all my pieces are made from old junk, I'm just continuing with reusing/recycling of objects and injecting them into "new" pieces. Thus is the cycle of my work. Time is a strange factor in so many aspects of one's life.........a boggling concept like the universe stuff you wrote about the other day, the concept of time whether in a linear fashion of moving forward, backwards, standing still for a nanosecond....is so surreal and baffling to me. Time is just weird as we perceive its happening as it relates to objects, ourselves, from a distance, up close (I've enjoyed watching water evaporate up close), and even clock watching as it measures seconds, minutes, etc.
I love the sense of story I get from this comment Annette! I can imagine your garage shopping spree of dismantling older unloved pieces to use in new ones. They had their life, ok, time to find new friends for the old guys that are just sitting around in the dark bored with themselves waiting for new relationships. You the goddess watching over them with pity and kindness of an artistic sort. Telling them ‘Ok children, time to shed your old tired identity and renew yourselves. Redeem yourselves and shine in the clothing of a new context. You still hold cherished bits and pieces, lovely qualities, they just need a new kind of love and matured attention applied to them.’ As you putter along tending the garden of imagination.
Thank you Cecil for your delightful take on my garage old pieces. It read as an animated film in my mind as I read it and it unfolded into a continuing story of new life.
Most excellent!
This idea resonates in particular since I’ve just entered a new decade of life… and inspires me to upgrade some of my systems to be better at maintaining my own archive. Thanks, Cecil!
Hi Janice of the North (north of me anyway) Yes, in the end we are all anarchist archivists.
In my garage is stored some artworks from decades ago that I've created. Some still are so worthy of my love for them, others......not so much. Those have served their time back when they were shown to the public, but unsold for whatever reasons. In the last year or so, I've taken to "shopping" for junk from the unloved pieces to use in new ones, and the rest of the picked apart sculpture will be trashed with no emotions about that taking place. Since all my pieces are made from old junk, I'm just continuing with reusing/recycling of objects and injecting them into "new" pieces. Thus is the cycle of my work. Time is a strange factor in so many aspects of one's life.........a boggling concept like the universe stuff you wrote about the other day, the concept of time whether in a linear fashion of moving forward, backwards, standing still for a nanosecond....is so surreal and baffling to me. Time is just weird as we perceive its happening as it relates to objects, ourselves, from a distance, up close (I've enjoyed watching water evaporate up close), and even clock watching as it measures seconds, minutes, etc.
I love the sense of story I get from this comment Annette! I can imagine your garage shopping spree of dismantling older unloved pieces to use in new ones. They had their life, ok, time to find new friends for the old guys that are just sitting around in the dark bored with themselves waiting for new relationships. You the goddess watching over them with pity and kindness of an artistic sort. Telling them ‘Ok children, time to shed your old tired identity and renew yourselves. Redeem yourselves and shine in the clothing of a new context. You still hold cherished bits and pieces, lovely qualities, they just need a new kind of love and matured attention applied to them.’ As you putter along tending the garden of imagination.
Thank you Cecil for your delightful take on my garage old pieces. It read as an animated film in my mind as I read it and it unfolded into a continuing story of new life.