The process of clearing out all my junk (precious and lovely as it is) in preparation for moving house has led me to think about materiality. Things can be beautiful, transfixing and hold associations and memories but at the end of the day they are just things and I think most of us (me especially) have too many of them.
It might be an odd connection to make but I was looking at antique/vintage wardrobes on Ebay and realised that the fixtures and spaces inside them just wouldn't hold anywhere near all my clothes. I am sure a lot of other people would be the same. I was wondering why our ancestors had so much less? Is it the cost of things that has made them so consumable and therefore desirable? Or is it that there is so much more choice; more stuff to want?
I know that is all another big debate, but it made me think about the things I make; when I make something what future does it have, what are my intentions and why have I put it into the world?
Getting rid of things is a big burden but making them (or generating a demand for them) is an even greater responsibility. Perhaps I should be making things that are intentionally temporary?