Today was a hard day for me. It started off wonderfully, with snuggles from my children and happy faces and breakfast in bed. But on the way to school my son earned himself a minor injury and the day was set off balance. I forgot some important things, I was clumsy and dropped things on store floors and in parking lots. Then I fell going up a hard commercial staircase. I found it difficult to reason with my son over anything. I was unmotivated, I was glum and I just needed a hug, an extra large coffee and full bottle of wine, even though I am not normally a heavy drinker!
In the evening I tucked my children into bed and heard all about their days, was told that I was loved and my 7 year old informed me that tomorrow would be a better day. My husband left to fulfill commitments outside of the house and I was left in a calm and quiet home…suddenly melancholic.
So what do I do when I feel this way? I grab a glass of wine and go down to my crawl space and sort things!
Tonights box had all kinds of things in it. Paper, card stock, buttons and beads. Crafting objects like doll eyelashes and googly eyes. Pearls, felt and found objects.
I carried the pile of found objects to my craft room, grabbed the jar that I have been collecting them in and added them to my “stash”. Then I held that jar in my hands, slowly turning it to look at all the “treasure” there in.
Truly, to look at it, it is a jar of “nothing”, or “trinkets”, or “garbage”. It is meaningless to most everybody, it is a waste of space. It is a jar of “why?”.
Why keep these things?
Why hold onto meaningless pieces of nothing?
Why fill a jar with them?
To tell the truth, I don’t know why I kept THESE items, why I chose THIS jar, WHY it pulls me back to it on an emotional day.
But here is a theory…
This is a jar of nothings that represent the life of a person who I strongly identify with. I am not going to assume that any of the items in this jar meant anything important to the person who originally collected them, but I AM going to say that she collected them with intent. I believe that she saw all the possible, and beautiful beginnings that a simple found object could begin. That she had the ability to look at an object and see a use for it that goes above and beyond its intended use. I strongly believe that she is where I got my mixed media brain from.
As I turn the jar slowly in my hands, the objects within shift to reveal new found objects. I see a whole lot of steam punk and metallic objects. I see mixed media dimension and gelli plate printing textures. I see treasures of days gone by. I see inspirations for many creative tomorrows.
But best of all, is what I see and feel TODAY. I feel love and comfort in knowing that had I had more time with this collector, I would have found a kindred spirit. A person who would have known me and recognized me as a replication of herself. I would have had an instant and strong connection with a person who could sit beside me and and see all the new beginnings that one simple treasure could begin.
Oh how I wish I had held her hand more often, sat and listened to her voice, heard her ideas and learned from her experiences. Made more phone calls. But those days are gone now, the opportunities have fled. All I am left with is a collection of nothing that inspires me everyday to create SOMETHING!