StuffSometimes it’s easy to have stuff on the brain. Small collectibles, vacuum cleaners, chipped dishes, bathroom products, grand pianos–all crowding in. The boxes and packing tape and good strong rope—to wrap up and move all those items from place to place to place. Solid credit cards to pay for the stuff that you have to move, lamps to illuminate those bills that come every month, furniture to slump into when you’re just not sure how you’re going to pay off that solid card—and that last charge, that super efficient AC unit that you  propped in your window in order to chill and reflect on what it is you really need, what it is you truly want. I once counted up the number of places I have lived in. Some people are just nomads, I guess. There’s an exhibit by a Chinese artist down at MOMA. Imagine a giant room with nothing but items, neatly organized into groupings. Buttons, stuffed animals, plastic bottles, blankets, broken flower pots. It really makes you stop and think about stuff.

Here’s something from the MOMA website. The photo above is not from the exhibit.

“Beijing-based artist Song Dong (b. 1966) explores notions of transience and impermanence with installations that combine aspects of performance, video, photography, and sculpture. Projects 90, his first solo U.S. museum show, presents his recent work Waste Not. A collaboration first conceived of with the artist’s mother, the installation consists of the complete contents of her home, amassed over fifty years during which the Chinese concept of wu jin qi yong, or “waste not,” was a prerequisite for survival. The assembled materials, ranging from pots and basins to blankets, oil flasks, and legless dolls, form a miniature cityscape that viewers can navigate around and through.”

Here’s a link:

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