The old, Gallery on the Green Columbia Ct. I had a show there in a past life. Neal asked me as he looked at the catalog “if every image is untitled why do they all have names?” I told him they were nicknames some images just were called things usually by friends and they stuck. Plus people really like names it helps them compartmentalize their stuff.
The new a case of irony as the image here is digital, new shot of antiques. Some collect Antiques and decorate or enhance there old colonials with them to keep the feeling of a period long past. Some just one or two pieces pasted down from family a more emotional memory of someone from their family. There are collectors who love a style or who hope to turn a profit. Then there are those who just buy for the sake of buying who make no distinction of what to buy, for the climax is the purchase followed by short period of cuddling showing off their new purchase then off to the storage unit. Me I mostly watch I have a few collections, Tin Boxes, Art Deco Glass, Art, Baseball Cards. Place holders of memory scattered about with little decorative panache. Some days I think of selling some of these collections, mostly dark cold days. I create collections, emotional moments of time, past, present and future. Sometimes the line between the past and the future is intentionally blurred to encourage contemplation to layer life in a metaphoric time machine. Today the sun shines and a warm spring day beckons me to travel an old road without destination for it is the journey one learns most from, “Somewhere between here and there.” That’s where you will find me. enjoy pjc