A fascination with objects must start somewhere. Some people are fascinated by animals. Or nature. Both of these are socially acceptable. People become zoologists or botanists or environmentalists, or tv documentarians. People who are fascinated by objects can become museum curators or conservators. They become collectors if they focus on one type of object. ButContinue reading “Objectifying fascination”
I forgot that 2021 was my Year of Remembering. The leaves have fallen, the year half done, and finally it has dawned on me. At the beginning of each year, I usually write something to get things started, usually about the possibilities that the latest theme might bring. But not this year. It could haveContinue reading “I forgot”
I started one, wasn’t getting it so wasn’t getting into it, grabbed another from the shelf, got bored with the repetitiveness, went back to the first and stuck it out. The first choice was very left field, even though it was a Penguin. Its strangeness was grounded in an element of familiarity. It wasn’t theContinue reading “Two books, intertwined?”
Her face hasn’t fared well, and I dare not try to remove the dent. Yet, her eyes are as arresting as ever. This dainty little kewpie doll was found amoung my grandmother’s things. It’s age is unknown, unknowable. When I started digging online into the history of this toy, the spelling was unexpected. I alwaysContinue reading “The kewpie doll”
New shoes. Not the quiet beige winter I had in mind. Looks like I have a new job as one of those sidewalk painted sculptures.