I'm reading a books for artists and one chapter was about how our collections and belongings can reflect who we are. I was thinking about that for awhile. When my dad died I felt like I was maybe going to be able to keep my eyes dry through his funeral. But when I saw the table with his belongings- his hat that he looked so stylish in, his bongo drums, his tambourines, I cried. Those things were him. Maybe even more than his body would have been him, would we have opted against cremation. What is it that makes us, us? It's a question that's puzzled people for ages. I tried this morning to think what objects would represent myself. I think these two photos are a good snippet of me: a collection of bugs and shells in an old type drawer and a Carl Larsson painting. Throw in a DuMaurier book, something made of wool and some paintbrushes and you have a good physical representation of me. What objects would tell the story of you?
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