Collecting has always fascinated me. What drives people to want to focus on an item and repeat it over and over? Why that object? Why the repetition? Baseball cards, stamps, PEZ dispensers, snow globes. When I was little it was hand bells. I loved little porcelain and, some times, metal bells. Love the sound still. And as a girl, the delicacy intrigued me. Little painted flowers. Or even better, the ones that had vines and flowers in the texture of the bells. The metal ones sounded better (of course) but the fragility of the others . . . well, I liked to take care of them.
And books, that is obvious, but I never collected them so much as they were just a staple in my life. Books were friends to my lonely self. They still are.
But my room mate, Lexie, has been collecting something else. Orange wrappers. Each farmer or grower has their own special wrapper for oranges. Not all oranges are wrapped, just a few. In her case it is the color and design. Usually they have red, often blue and lots of gold. Mermaids, magicians, lion cubs, explorers, all make an impression. So they are spreading. She has been framing them and hanging them around the house. It is lovely. These flimsy paper items most people just throw away without looking, now warming the kitchen. Everything is coming alive. The cold walls of winter are changing. Collecting color, changing place, saying something quietly in frame.
Thank god for the artists and their eyes.