How could this be? Perhaps it is nature: my mother is a heavy pruner. Undeterred by the fact that she has already given away most of her own things, she is now well into my father's side of the closet. Perhaps the cause is nurture (using the term loosely): I often came home from school to furniture void of any of the objects I had seen on them that morning. The large misshapen lump bulging beneath the neatly folded covers on my bed, however, was hard to miss.
And yet, on the other hand, I adore collections.
In the right hands,a collection is an entirely new construct, just begging for exploration.
Collections seem to start small...multiples of two grow into four, four into 10, shoeboxes into glass cases...display cases into rooms of a house.
Tales of the Birdhut." Here's the big picture...
They come together in community to share household chores...
And important events, like choir practice...
...and holiday meals.
Like us, they live their lives across a panorama of events. From praying for new baby born in New Mexico...
...to honoring the arrival of cable TV!
Saskia shares their philosophical musings and breaks up their fights. She dresses them in Easter bonnets and gets them in the mood for Halloween.
I adore The Birdhut because it is a collection, yes. But especially because it is a three-dimensional collection brought to life by a fourth dimension: the place where Saskia's imagination meets real life.
Like I said, my affinity for collections is physical. And this one, in an enchanting Dutch studio, brings me to my knees.
Go see it.