'But I can't take it off,
it will go cold.'
‘Objects hang before the eyes of our imagination, continuously re-presenting us to ourselves, and telling the stories of our lives in ways which would be impossible otherwise.’ (Pearce, S. 2010)
Our possessions and the intimate narratives they hold are, in some part, us. We pour in sentiment, form attachments and in return they grow. We exist together, altering and being altered by our belongings. Where one goes, the other follows, sitting bearing witness to our everyday. Aiding us in finding ourselves again, they act, staying present, whilst tracing back.
I asked selected individuals to tell me a narrative about a possession. In response they received an artwork, for them to own, temporarily. In this owning the artwork was changed, dialogues unfolded, a relationship formed.
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With thanks to the following for their contribution:
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Waiting, breathing in and then exhaled.
Cast ring box resting on protective lining (for Natalia).
Soap, hand carved, with iron soap dish (owned by Chris).
Carved wooden necklace, in white cotton case (owned by Abbie).