The idea is that if I clear some space by divesting myself of my art stuff I’ll have more room to dance. Or maybe it was: I'll be doing a happy dance if I can get rid of some of that stuff. I don’t recall, as the resolution-making may have involved wine.
The problem is I have a lot of ideas for artwork involving accumulations of specific objects and have been collecting bits within those categories for years. Broken plastic toy bits. Corks. Buttons. Beach glass. Bone-china saucers. Vintage matchbooks. Souvenir spoons. Doilies. I wish this was the end of the list but it’s not. One-pound coffee bags. Lurid 1970s’ recipe cards. Wooden spools of thread. Mid-century ladies’ home magazines. Wooden embroidery hoops. Plaid flannel shirts. Antique photo frames. Glass tesserae. Other people’s jeans. Chandelier crystals. Banal postcards.