Thursday, 20 June 2013
"What is the crowning glory of your civilization... the symbol as clear a statement as the pyramids, the Parthenon, the cathedrals? What is this symbol? What is its name? Its name is Junk. Junk is the rusty, lovely, brilliant symbol of the dying years of your time. Junk is your ultimate landscape." - George Nelson
I've been a bit wobbly recently and not just because of my knee!
Small things are all important as they're the things you make a point to make a point of. The big things have to happen don't they, but the small things - a yellow vase rather than a blue one, quilts, jam, slippers, nail polish, clean sheets, pastry, sea smell, not having to deal with wrapping paper when you open the cupboard on the landing.
Anything you make is the ultimate illustration of the importance of small things. When you make something you make every single decision about it, well, within the framework of the medium. But you get to choose the colour, the texture, the size, the structure, the function. But even so, you're never alone in that someone else has always had some input, even if simply to make your needles, it doesn't have to be a personal thing, just a thing.
They matter because they're the little life buffers, the little wins when other things can't be changed and you just want to poke some people with a big stick.