When I first started getting serious about my art, I was a major hoarder. I had miles and miles of patterned papers, drawers full of ribbons & trim, baskets overflowing with interesting found objects, and cabinets stacked with paintable boxes, trays, birdhouses, etc. that I planned to get around to...someday. Not surprisingly, that day rarely came and I was buried under so much stuff I barely had room to create. If I'm totally honest, much of my creative time was spent buying and collecting, not making.
And then I just got sick of it. Sick of spending way more money than I made. Sick of keeping up with the latest and greatest. Sick of never having enough space for it all. Sick of never even using my favorite things because I was too afraid of ruining them. It was absolute craziness! So I got rid of it all. Well, not everything, obviously, but most of it. It was way more painful than it should have been, but also--as it usually is with downsizing--so liberating!
These days I don't collect art supplies. I make and collect art. I buy what I need and then take it home and use it. I will never go back to hoarding. Except for...well...just this one little thing.
Three years ago, before we moved to Colorado, we traveled to Portland, Oregon, to visit friends and see if it might possibly be our new home. We fell in love with the city (not so much the grey sky and rain), and I was especially enamored with the Cargo store downtown. Just thinking about it now makes me a little giddy and light headed. I promptly went home and began collecting bits and pieces of brightly colored goodness to recreate Cargo at home. Eventually, those wonderful dangly things were carried with me to Colorado, and there they sat. Needless to say, I loved but never used any of it. Until now.
Finally, in the name of Lawn Art, I have broken free of my last hoarding tendency and am digging those babies out of their dusty drawers and boxes and bringing them into the light of day--so I can enjoy them, for goodness sake, instead of just storing them for someday.
These are some of my most favorite things. Who knows why? The heart loves what it will. Years ago, I learned from LK Ludwig to use, and not hoard, those most precious of objects in my art. She promised that the art would be all the more special for it, and she was right. I love my boxes of pretty things that remind me of a wonderful trip, but I will love sitting on my back porch enjoying my lawn art more.