about collecting

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Collecting is a condition of humanity. To collect is to possess. Ownership is something that very few people manage to live without, collecting is almost a subconscious activity. What I am interested in is the peripheries and the extremes. Collecting is to do with entertainment; an enthusiasm for a particular object or experience, for whatever reason. The activity results in a collection, the ‘things’ and ‘stuff’ that is personally attached to it’s owner can be as chaotic or as catalogued as you like, in extreme cases activated by a conscious or subconscious fear. The fear of the inexplicable disorder of the universe: Chaos.

To peer into chaos is to have a taste of humanity, it is something the human brain can never conquer. Is the human obsession with the object just a distraction from the grand task of humanity: scientific understanding? I don’t think so. I think the fascination with objects comes from a thirst for knowledge and experience that all humans demonstrate. Connections between the collector and the collected are often easy to spot, sometimes surprising. The collector can usually say a lot about the object but the object can reveal even more about the collector.

(Pictures of some objects that I collected in my country)