A friend forwarded me details of a home gallery they visited, the Elliot Eyes Collection (tEEC), and I loved their taste and may visit one day myself. Looking through their site, I saw so many things I liked. I would love a colourful sculpture by John Nicholson, in fact I want that block of rainbows :-) I’d never heard of Euan Macleod, now I would love one of his pictures.
I am not in their league; they occupy spaces, a mental landscape far removed from my own; other worlds beyond my existence.
I liked this reference they made to collecting:
Allen Weiss in “The Grain of the Clay” (Reaction Books,2016) has described collecting, or a collection, as an autobiographical statement. Unencumbered by the boundaries, rules and bureaucracy of public galleries, the housemusem displays the passion of the collector – individualistic, subjective, imaginative and zany.
It resonates. The collection conveys a sense of the person, their past, perhaps an image of themselves that they want to present. A curated appearance.
The objects you have in your house tell a story about you.
I collect books. I used to collect books to read, to accumulate, to expand. I used to read more in the past: a voracious appetite. I read less now but still buy but I no longer buy as much. I hope.
Books can be objects
Books can be read
Books can be memory
I buy books now as objects, to have nice things. Objects that can be opened and read; the intent is that all should and will be read. I buy nice books, pretty books, well bound books.
On occasion, I browse my books, pulling out this or that, memories triggered, a life passed. My books are a map to my past: of place, of mind, of heart. I need to know where my books are. They are part of the story of who I am.
We had to get rid if our book collection when we downsized into a tiny house. Now our collections are electronic or held by the library. My poor husband had to release 800 books back to the wild, where we hope they are being loved. Our highly curated shelf still exits so these must be ones he really loves. The disposal did trigger a lot of memories. Can that be replicated with ebooks? I doubt it.