The thing is…. IV

The thing is impacted

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7 November 2011

“The thing is impacted, deep,” he confided. “After twelve years of procrastination crisis point presented itself in a visit to A & E. It’s the first one, the others will follow soon. It only came out two weeks ago and I kept it in the bag, I showed it to a friend at work. I feel a little sad leaving it behind, but that’s only because I know I have to get the others out soon and I’m terrified.”

The thing is an instant of an expression

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16 May 2011

“The thing is a limited edition of my face,” she said. “It’s come from me, an instant of an expression. It was wrapped up with the five others under my bed. I chose the one most readable, the one that best represents me. I like the idea of participating in a collection, of not being passive in the exhibition but actively involved.”

The thing is we love it

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11 December 2011

“The thing is we love it!” they declared. “It comes from a box of precious things. There are many more in the box, all made in the same year. We watched our daughter as she learned to make things from nothing, she’d just discovered how to do it. She still sews, but not in the same unthinking way. The thing seems to have purpose, but it doesn’t. I never thought I’d part with anything from the box.”

The thing is it was a spur of the moment thing

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28 July 2011

“The thing is it was a spur of the moment thing,” he confided. “Me and my cousins covered it in kerosene and set it alight – not in a psycho way, just curious I guess. I was fifteen. I bought it home with me as a souvenir and it was sitting on a shelf in my bedroom. I think it has more use in a gallery than on a shelf.”

The thing is tenuous in its relationship to me

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“The thing is tenuous in its relationship to me,” she said. “It was from my grannies home, fulfilling no purpose. I wanted to put it to some use. I feel a little frisson of excitement knowing that I’ve contributed to an exhibition.”

The thing is not played with much at home

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“The thing is not played with much at home, in fact was played with more on the way here to donate it,” she told me. “A friend gave it to me, I used to carry it around in my handbag. We keep all the figures in two bags at home, one yellow, one red. Mummy told us to bring something, an opportunity to get rid of some of our toys – a gift. I feel happy and sad leaving it behind, but we’ve got two more at home just like it.”

The thing is they remind me of fun times

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“The thing is they remind me of fun times,” she shared. “They’re from primary school days, they were scattered on my desk. I look at them every day. I don’t mind leaving them behind, I’m proud they’re entering the collection.”

The thing is incidental

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“The thing is incidental,” she declared. “Things which we like and wouldn’t want to throw away, things that mean something to us. We’re not materialistic people, and we can’t keep everything. We like them and now they have a new life in a new place. They signify points in time. I leave them behind feeling unburdened but without guilt. I would have felt awful throwing them away.”

The thing is it’s an experiment

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“The thing is I made it,” he said. “It’s an experiment. It makes me smile because it’s pointless. It sat on a shelf at home, behind some other things. There are two, one optimistic, one pessimistic. I’m not sure which this one is.”

The thing is a salvaged symbol

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“The thing is a salvaged symbol,” I said. “If I see one in a charity shop or house clearance I have to take it with me, I can’t bear to see them left behind… the memories, the places, the moments, broken from their past. I have no intention to relocate it myself, just keep it from getting lost or destroyed. I now pass the responsibility on to the curator, for him to make good on other people’s memories.”

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