I’ve been reading a lot, and there’s a common thread that has been coming up. It’s about the things that one collects, and ends up hoarding over time. The value is definitely in the eye of the beholder, but at the same time, there’s a real issue because of the amount of baggage stuck behind as someone thinks about the things they have, and they never seem to know where to start.
I think I’m definitely facing some, or a lot, of that.
I think it’s come to a point where I read about the character in the book, and I resonate with the frustration of the person. I even picture myself as that person, because of the exact words used. Things like “this is an archive”, or “this is meant for a project”. I’ve had so many projects that have really not taken the shape or form that I’d have expected.
And yet I still get more things.
It goes beyond; it goes to the way that I think of money and the things that I do with it. It’s not really about spending the money, but what do I do with the things that I have after I’ve gotten them? I am happier for that time, but in all truth, I just have more things to deal with too. That’s another set of challenges that I pile on.
I’m really thinking also of the ways that I need to plan ahead, and the things I would hope to have. “If only I had some space…” That’s answered simply by throwing things away. But I get stuck at the decision fatigue, and I think about resorting back to the KonMarie method, and to just do some deep decluttering.
The competing thought to all this is really: what is my art about? What is my artist message?
These things are not me, but at the same time, they are the expressions of what I like in the world. And what I like in the world is also part of what I like to express.
That’s my current competing thought, but maybe this whole thing in itself is part of my artist message.
And maybe that’s what I want to express.