I once bought a box of
feathers at the flea market.
Someone has collected them
for years, I imagine. And
then suddenly they are at
the fleamarket, a shoebox
full of the most beautiful
colors. I put them on an old
paintwork today. All the
while I knew "no way" with
both objects and today they
found each other.
Lovely to be a working
thoughtless in the studio.
Today while cleaning and
sorting out in my studio my
friend said to me: "you have
to throw away a lot". To
which I replied "no you have
to make an extra cupboard
for me"
Still a collector .... of
memories I usually say. But
I fear that it is also of
"things and things" ☺️