My most treasured item would be my husband's sculptures. Because of the nature of my husband’s practice, I've become used to growing familiar with these objects and then saying goodbye to them. We exist together for a time and then we're parted.
I find the impermanence of our relationship interesting and poetic. It reminds me of the very nature of art-making, desperately committed yet temporal.
As someone who can feel overly sentimental about objects, I appreciate how this coming and going has reshaped my beliefs around possession. If we love something, our instinct is to obtain it and keep it for ourselves, to hide it away and be the gatekeeper of the pleasure it brings. But sometimes maintaining a precious memory of something can be more romantic than possession of it. It can remain untouched in my memory while it lives on elsewhere.
maintaining a precious memory of something can be more romantic than possession of it