I was quite taken with the quotes on collecting at Over the Net today including
“it seems to function there as a trophy acquired in a foreign land, as if it had been bagged during an art safari.” – Artist, Fred Wilson
When I think of art collections I tend to imagine the Paris type rather than anything more polished which fits the above quote to a degree. But I am in the process of “deaccessioning” a whole lot of my collection (otherwise known as chucking out crap) which got me thinking. I must note that I don’t collect art but “mid century design” items. I just find 1960s pyrex cheerful ok? And who can’t smile at Languouste Carlton Ware? There was a time where everything I owned fitted in a Holden station wagon and maybe that was a better plan. So where is this going?
Well – collecting – what IS that about? I mean there is nothing wrong with it but what’s behind the compulsion to have STUFF? I had an old National Geographic and they had photographed families from all around the world who they’d got to empty the contents of their houses out front. It went from a few blankets and a cooking pot to the “all Amercian dream”. So when you are anticipating moving house and in your clearing out you find a t-shirt you last wore in 1987 – well that’s just wrong – even if it does have sentimental value.
So where does collector end and hoarder start? Apparently its more to do with what you are collecting. Collect = quality, hoard = quantity? I know my hoarding is genetic and something I fight against but I compulsively collect. I must have ALL XXX’s books, ALL YYY’s CDs. I would be a monster if I actually ever turned to art collecting with any seriousness.
Maybe Rouseeau would be ok if on an art safari?
NOTE: This post probably makes no sense at all as it was brought to you via a pounding headache (it’s the thinking about moving again that’s doing it)