“Now go, and make interesting mistakes, make amazing mistakes, make glorious and fantastic mistakes. Break rules. Leave the world more interesting for your being here. Make good art.”
—Neil Gaiman
Mistakes can be magical and yet I still fear them like the plague
In the last month or so, the thought of packing and moving has began to haunt me. In about 9 months time, I’ll have to leave the room and objects that contain stories of my life to make new stories with new objects and spaces shared with the other half of me. In between now and then, it’ll be the process of turning my life inside out as I begin the long process of cataloguing my life into three categories – take, trash or archive. And given my attachment to things (most commonly known as just being a hoarder), it’s something that I'm dreading and avoiding.
I’ve always been fascinated with the relationship we have with the objects we keep around us and the way we place such intimate meaning to such inanimate objects. There are things I can’t bear to throw away even though they may only hold the teeniest sentimental value: a cardboard box that once held something posted to me; an old boarding pass from a trip that still makes me laugh; a notebook full of memories.
There are so many stories, big or small, in the objects that surround me that it’s like an object’s physical presence is what preserves a memory’s place in my personal universe. If a memory doesn’t have a physical vessel, what stops it from floating off into the sea of forgetfulness? Who’s to say that it ever happened at all and that these stories are just that – they’re just stories that soften the bumps of life?
My fiancé would no doubt chide me on my sentimental attachment and be ruthless on packing days. But I suppose clearing out old objects will help make room for new stories to be told and remembered.
Looking through old photos and came across this shot of a lightbox exhibition that ran on Courtney Place in 2009. Some wise and humbling words me thinks.
oatmeal with cinnamon, almond butter, blueberries, and dark chocolate
This looks amazing. Guess I’ll be having oats for breakfast then
Having a horrible morning but this gif is making me happy and fuzzy inside :’)
I’ve been trying to write for the last two weeks and nothing so far has stuck nor fit so instead I’ll make a list instead.
Life lessons I’ve learnt in the past months.
Thought of You - by Ryan Woodward (by RyanWoodwardart)
(Source: youtube.com)
I’m cheating a little but I found this in an old email and rather liked the sound of it so thought to blog it again.
It is currently 11:20pm and half of me wants to sleep but the other half wants to stay awake for as long as I can. I get in these moods sometimes when it seems almost a shame to be heading off to bed when there are still so many hours left in the night to mull things over in my head. I feel like in the dead hours of the night I can finally take a breather and begin to sort through the mess that runs through my thoughts.
Of course, this too has it downside as sometimes I can get so caught up in thinking and daydreaming about things that I can forget what its like to live. I forget, until something brings the reality of the world crashing down on me and I get jolted back to my surroundings. It’s like that grey area when you first wake up and your mind is still holding onto the threads of that last dream you had. Your subconscious and your consciousness is blurring the sound of your mum preparing breakfast in the kitchen together with your dream of chasing after the gingerbread man. And then all a sudden, you hear your sister make a loud noise and you find yourself sitting up-bolt in bed, not sure what’s really going on.
