Friday, 18 December 2009
Distracted
Thursday, 5 November 2009
Plaster of Paris
Monday, 31 August 2009
Things I have collected
Things I collected as a child:
- Stamps - kept in albums, my Uncle Graham would send 1st day covers, some of the stamps were old, my prized stamp was a Penny Red.
- Postcards - kept in a photo album. I would buy at least one everywhere I visited.
- Rubbers (erasers) - kept in an ice cream tub, brought out, counted, arranged, re-arranged, sniffed, put back in box.
Things collected as a teenager:
- Parrots - earrings, brooches, ornaments, pictures etc. displayed in my bedroom, gifts mainly and all new.
- Vintage Handbags - started buying them when I was about 15 and I started to buy my clothes in secondhand shops. Kept in a box.
Things I collect now:
- Coffee pots - dispalyed in kitchen, all brought at jumble sales or secondhand shops. All practical and I have used them.
- Jugs - as above.
- Necklaces - all worn, vintage and cheap plastic, kept in jewelery boxes and dishes in bed room.
- Vintage haberhashery - most brought, some gifts, some displayed, most in tins and boxes, brought out, counted, arranged, re-arranged, sniffed and put back in boxes.
So what's to made of that? The collections as a child were kept private, probably not my choice, I'm sure my mum made me put them away, but they were taken out and viewed, worked on/added to and then put away.
As a teen the parrots were displayed, more of a way of rebelling, they were bright and bold in a house of beige and brown, my room was very 80's, pink and grey. I then started collecting and coverting vintage practical things again as a rebellion to the new plastic that was all around. I had also started working as a Stage Manger having to buy and find props, so I was becoming more aware of these items. All the things I started to buy would be used, they had to be practical again the opposite of my mum's ornaments that would sit on the side, even practical things she brought couldn't be used straight away, they had to be washed up, put back in the box and put in the cupboard.
The vintage haberdashery is a fairly new collection but I feel it's a mission to save it from being thrown away or unappreciated. I think that's the thing that distresses me most, the idea that things can be dismissed as rubbish and thrown out, this idea makes my blood run cold.
A collection of collections
I have been reading a selection of essays called Collectors, Expressions of Self and Others, edited byAnthony Shelton who is the Head of Collections at the Horniman Museum.
In Sarah Cheangs essay 'The Dogs of Fo: Gender, Identity and Collecting' she say's at 'the Collection is the self, created by the will of the collector in response to both conscious and subconscious desires.
It represents the desired self: an ideal self. Whatever longing has produced the collection, it can be seen as a way of providing a controlled cohesion of identlity which is otherwise fractured and unstable.
This self possession through possessions is so strong that the loss of the collection can be likened to loss of self. The collection also offers an opportunity for immortality, as the materiality of the collection, of preserved intact can insure continuing integrity of the collector's identity after his/her death.
Collections provide a material encoding of the collectors desired identity.'
Friday, 14 August 2009
My Cabinet
Don't know why but I thought the cabinet opened the other way??? I've had it for ages, years and I used to use it as a bathroom cabinet but it's been hidden in the loft and shed since we moved to this house. I've had to hide it because every time Peter finds it he tries to get rid of it asking me what I want it for? I've not known what I wanted it for until now, hurray for not getting rid of things, I knew there was a reason I kept it, didn't know it at the time but I do now.