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• That which the world casts off as something transitory and without lasting significance the artist picks up to give significance.

• Sometimes that which we cast off as transitory and without lasting significance God picks back up to give US lasting significance.


 


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The difference today. My shoe boxes are out of the closet and I share my ephemera (inside and out) in this messy room and in Bernadette’s Pages.

So, of course I have to ask, any other ephemera enthusiasts out there. Where are you with ephemera in YOUR life and what are you doing with it.

Or, perhaps you would like to share as an artist-writer-musician-creative. What do you do with your bits and pieces?



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  • February 7, 2011 at 11:05 pm
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    Came in under the wire on my commitment to ‘messy monday’ posts … where did the day go??

    • February 10, 2011 at 9:57 am
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      My upstairs was clean and now it’s a mess again. I need Mike’s help to put back the Christmas decorations high in the closet. Once that’s done then I can clean the floor!

      • February 10, 2011 at 4:27 pm
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        Don’t give up anonymous. (I know who you are and you can do it.) And don’t forget, we’re still waiting on that dinner.

  • February 9, 2011 at 10:02 am
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    This reminds me of the saying “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure”. I grew up in a creative household…all styles of art were embraced and everyone created something(s). My mother thought nothing of wanting more pizzazz and taking a spray can of gold paint and randomly spritzing things (including our Steinway Grand Piano). My grandmother, trained as an opera singer always loved the stage and costumes – so, nothing – not a button, piece of trim, sequin or boa made it past her without her imagining it into something (which sometimes resulted in our miniature grey hound being dressed and photographed, as well as all of us). It was a rather eccentric world of chaos and clutter; but, generally organized and kept in a way that would wouldn’t know what was going on “behind the scenes” (pretty much like our lives). There were also many “collections”…everything held a memory…and I know when we were sleeping those collections were breeding collections. The way I know this is because at one point after (in my mother’s opinion) I had “space” she started hauling it or shipping it to our house. At one time, we had enough to fill an attic and a basement. We were the keeper of the family archives. Unpacking we would find things like a bit of red material that turned out to be a piece of a (Catholic) Cardinal’s cap. A distant relative..name long forgotten – but, had to keep it nonetheless…along with a seed or pit from the olive vinegard that my great-grandmother’s family owned in Italy…

    I’m not into “bits n pieces”. I do have a few of our daughter’s fav dressy dresses saved for the daughter she might have one day…I have some of her artwork & creative writing that she’s done through the years – as well as awards – but, that’s about it. (Unless you count the “skinny” clothes I’ve kept – because I know miracles DO happen).

    So, as I discard, it’s good to know that there are those of you who collect the bits & pieces – and more importantly see the potential in them and create something beautiful. And, that’s as it should be – reuse, recycle, repurpose.

    As for me…. I try to leave little pieces of me, wherever I go… <3

    • February 9, 2011 at 10:35 am
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      I LOVE the bits and pieces that you leave, Michele! And your story about gold paint randomly spritzed on a Steinway Grand Piano? What a great reminder that “value placed” is what WE make it. 🙂 Sounds like an interesting childhood, one that perfectly set you on the path for the work you do and the spirit with which you do it. Hey, and I have some of those clothes in my closet too. Waiting to be re-purposed when I get my sewing machine out to better suit my middle-aged body! Empire waists and pleats in the back. Very forgiving.

      • February 9, 2011 at 10:48 am
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        Here is where i meant to ‘LIKE” sorry, never did this Blogging stuff or even read many before.. yours is the first Blog i have ever ‘followed’.
        All the best wishes getting back into the ‘skinny’ clothes!! I TOO know miracles happen 😉 …Lovin the piano part tooo… My brother (a pianist, would just faint at such… but ME, an artist LOVE IT!!!!!!!)

      • February 9, 2011 at 10:49 am
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        “Interesting” is an interesting word : D As I reminded everyone in a post (I think that was yesterday) – everything, everyone – all our experiences – contribute to who we are today. I’m not sure if my childhood set me on the path..or set me up for the path…but, whichever, it’s all good… <3

  • February 9, 2011 at 10:26 am
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    :-))

    • February 9, 2011 at 10:37 am
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      Right back at “cha” JJS. 🙂 Welcome!

  • February 9, 2011 at 10:44 am
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    Hey… Where’s the LIKE button….. 🙂

    • February 9, 2011 at 10:49 am
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      JJS – you’re gonna make us girls blush….

      • February 9, 2011 at 11:31 am
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        Facebook only gave me one to post – way up top just above the “ShareThis” tag before the comments … it would be cool to have individual likes though … but maybe a tech nightmare?!

  • February 9, 2011 at 11:02 am
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    I save tools and find tools that will be purposeful or fun with my clay obsession. I still have tools from the 60’s that I treasure. Some of my favorites are “found” tools like old iTunes cards, tree bark pieces, shoe soles, rubber mats and cheese scrappers. (That’s right, B, you haven’t found those yet!)

    • February 9, 2011 at 11:33 am
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      You hid them well!! But now that I know to LOOK … LOOK OUT, girl!! Oh, I’ll save my shoe soles for you … I never knew that about you … after all these years, there are still new things to learn about each other?

  • February 9, 2011 at 12:29 pm
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    Recently I was inspired by my 89 year old neighbor to “clean up” some of my belongings to relieve my family of the awesome task after I have
    departed. It was a journey into my past that became rather enjoyable.
    I did rid myself of some real junk but ended up keeping those treasures I have had with me for years and cannot part with such as old letters,
    fabric that never became the intended, lace, grade cards, jewelry, etc.
    I grew up in a very orderly home; if the item did not have a use, toss it.
    Therefore, I ended up with very little from childhood. I neatly packed away my treasures and decided my family will just have to deal with it.

    • February 9, 2011 at 12:37 pm
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      I think it’s so interesting, the many “views” this little post has invited in. To come from a place of order and “out with it” lends itself to a whole different vantage point and treatment of “the stuff” that follows us around. And I have a feeling that what you have left your family to “deal with” will be real treasures, Dee. I’m so happy to see you here. 🙂

  • February 9, 2011 at 3:34 pm
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    Like ants through the hourglass…so passes the Ephemera of our lives!

    • February 9, 2011 at 6:56 pm
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      … through … out … over … and under, Antony. I know how much ephemera your relatives bring!

  • February 9, 2011 at 5:13 pm
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    Just a thought… Most of the posts deal with a personal response to the ephemeral collections of our lives. In our human history, collecting and keeping our “stuff” has been of primary importance. Everything had a value, if not commercially, then esthetically. And of course no one knew what or when that value would be recognized. Photo’s faded, film deteriorated, paper dissolved and keeping our family heirlooms together meant passing our precious family lineage. Even the least significant memento could become inspiring and significant given the time and place. Then came the “modern” era. Now every video, picture, book or your granny’s old bloomers, can be kept and stored hermetically forever. As we progress to an age where every little thing is digitized and categorized ad infinitum, we often look at our stuff as “clutter”. What makes “stuff” ephemeral or junk for the landfill is simply our personal perceptions of attachment. And that has always been the spark of human creativity. With the possible exception of my Granny’s bloomers. Just thinking….

    • February 9, 2011 at 7:03 pm
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      Well said, Joseph. 🙂 I think, too, when we SHARE our stuff … what we might miss others may capture for us … or re-purpose it in a way that gives us a new view and deeper appreciation. (Even if we choose to no longer hold onto it but rather pass it on.) That’s the additional beauty in sharing perceptions! Hey, if Granny washed her bloomers why make an exception? Just sayin’ …

  • February 11, 2011 at 8:59 pm
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    Thank you, Bernadette, for teaching me a new word. I don’t recall ever hearing the word “ephemeral” before. Thank you also for letting me be the fly on the wall as you open your treasures from the past and from the present. As you know,(I think we have covered this subject from time to time), my ephemeral was mostly considered community property when I was a little boy. That was okay then and still is as I place little importance on the little trinkets I gathered back then or those that I still cling to today. But you did make me ponder the question “Of what does my true ephemeral truly consist today that was stored in my childhood and carried with loving hands and heart into my present life?”
    It wasn’t the silver dollars that Dad saw in my collection and used to open a savings account for me. It wasn’t the broken pieces of toy trucks and cars and airplanes. It wasn’t the shinny quartz rocks or hawk feathers that once held glimmers of hope or which represented the freedom of the winds and sky. No, for me it was and is the memories. It is those events that I chose to keep and to remember and to place in shoe boxes neatly stacked upon the shelves of the heart and the mind and seen only through my eyes. Now, with your gentle help and tender guidance, the little boy in me wants to share my ephemeral with those I love and with those who may want to see my collection. As you have shown me and also to all who would look and see, there is a reason and a purpose to all those things which we hold near and dear. Your collection has brought you full-circle and you have seen your collections manifested with a renewal of love and respect. I hope that my journey and the journey of your many friends will emerge from the darkness into that glorious light in much the same manner as your journey.
    Thank you so much, Bernadette, for your courage and your sincere desire to help.

    • February 12, 2011 at 2:15 pm
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      You are welcome, Ray. What you shared, “It is those events that I chose to keep and to remember and to place in shoe boxes neatly stacked upon the shelves of the heart and the mind and seen only through my eyes.” is a wonderful reminder that WE are the meaning makers in our life, and not others … no matter how near or far in time or space. 🙂 Thank you for that!

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