What determines someone’s visual aesthetic? How do each of us come to cherish certain objects, one over another? I hope to explore the notion of collecting–what motivates us, why we choose what we do and how society at large influences our choices.
I like my stuff. I like having my stuff around me. George Carlin (bless him) riffed on ‘stuff’ for years…a lot of mileage there and for good reason. Stuff can make you feel secure, wanted, necessary, important, content, erudite, stupid with glee (the good kind of stupid, you know, a sort of non-drug induced high) and in control.
I was talking the other day with a business associate about the control aspect of collecting–how obsession offers a modicum of comfort in a world filled with chaos. That those of us (let’s all try to be a little self-aware, okay?) that obsess over the latest iteration of whatever it is we must collect–or the minutiae that surrounds any collection–must find some comfort and power in being able to control just that little bit of the world.
Collectors–are they influenced by world events? What drives a collector to collect? I like to be visually stimulated–work that, to me at least, is beautiful, mysterious, thoughtful, real, and hopefully, expressive of the artist’s life; offering layers of meaning (most of the time anyway–sometimes “Beauty” is enough, admit it!) Although money drives so much of the visual art market–there are those collectors out there that the money aspect (other than determining how much and what they collect) doesn’t factor into their need to collect. It’s id, not ego driven.