Over time our ‘belongings’ become more steeped and resonant with memory and nostalgia.
In many ways, personal objects express aspects of who we are – our identity: our values: our statements and choices.
The passages of time through which we exist become defined by the objects with which we interact.
The artefacts contained within the earthen mound — partially buried — partially excavated — have all played a part in my life.
I have had a special connection to each item presented — a connection that has been hard to relinquish.
In time, we will all disappear from this earth.
This is our destiny.
What will we leave behind? Who will remember us — and for how long?
The mound is a glorious metaphor for the ultimate conclusion of all material manifestations.
We cling — consciously or unconsciously to ‘things’ that are endowed with emotional significance — keeping memories alive, while the uncomfortable awareness of the inevitable moment of departure is held at bay.
annie lennox
* this is what reminded me of a show i saw long ago of a mother's apartment replaced in a gallery along with the artist's childhood room, as i recall. r. said my studio is like a museum of collected objects, and i've thought how moving so much as a kid conditioned my collecting as a groanup.
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