From the Corner of My Eye

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?

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