As I get ready to move (AGAIN!) I am reminded of all the stuff I have. Most of which is completely unnecessary. As an artist of many mediums, I have a tendency to collect things. Fabric, because someday I am going to make _________ (fill in the blank with just about anything). I collect rocks, sticks, dried flowers, leaves for found object sculptures I am going to make (soon, I keep telling myself, soon). Spools of thread, paper, cards, frogs, books and the list goes on. As I pack I think to myself, "Do I really need this?" I am clear that need is relative in this context.
Then I remember sitting lakeside on the North Shore with my two boys collecting those rocks. I remember how excited I get when I receive a new frog for my collection from loved ones. I think about the effort a friend made to collect leaves from a particular tree that I love and I realize they are memories. What better way to make a house a home than by filling it with wonderful memories.
So I am packing up and hauling all these trinkets and totems to my new house to craft a home. Some day I will find a plot of land somewhere and build a tiny home on it and much of this excess will have to be reserved in the memory banks of my mind. However, until that day happens, I am getting excited by the possibilities of the new space. In true Diane fashion, I have collected all sorts of images for inspiration. Now my biggest question is what AREA wall mural am I going to choose next?