From the Corner of My Eye
By Lynda Wilson
Something found, something made, something collected, something saved
Something textured, something smooth, something transparent, something hued
A couple of months back, I gave my studio a decent clean out. I will be ruthless I vowed to myself. I will not hold onto scraps of materials, old artworks, potentially useful things, miscellaneous who knows what it is or where it’s come from. And I did quite well, kind of. Marie Kondo would be proud, maybe?
It’s just that there are certain things that when I look at them, or hold them, feel their texture, enjoy their colour or observe how light plays across their surface, I just can’t throw them out. They give me joy. And Marie says if it gives me joy, I can keep it! But does it count for a little piece of blackened copper? Or the vague idea of an artwork in the form of two pieces of balsa glued together? What about a rumpled piece of paper that has been caught in the printer? Surely, these things are worthy of saving?