One last hello from me to you in 2016! I’m a hoarder of many kind of things, but holiday decorations have never been a big interest of mine. I enjoy making holiday decorations, but actually decorating my home isn’t likely to happen. So, the vast majority of my Christmas-themed belongings is actually formed by these Victorian scraps of my childhood scrap collection. (More about the collection in my last Accumulator Seriali blog post.)
This post is the last scheduled post in the Accumulator Seriali blog post series for now, but should I find myself with excess time in 2017 I may share some more finds from my personal collections and accumulations. I want to thank you all for following along and leaving me sweet comments throughout the series!
The number of angels and Santas in my scrap collection runs in the hundreds. No better occasion to share them with you than today of all days!
I hope to see you again next year when I continue blogging about my bookbinding and mixed media projects – Merry Christmas and a happy New Year to each and every one of you! Now it’s time for us to listen to the Christmas Peace declaration and enjoy the holidays.
A good while ago I realised this series of my personal collections and accumulations could go on nearly forever. And it still could, but it won’t. I need to make more room in my schedule for writing my poetry book, so, there will be changes to the blogging schedule after Christmas. I will still be blogging weekly about bookbinding and bi-weekly about my mixed media endeavours. While the Accumulator Seriali series won’t be making regular appearances next year, if I get the urge, I might still post a collection every now and then.
Today’s post is about my childhood collection of Victorian scraps – the only one of my collections I spent years purposefully collecting. The collection is huuuuuge (so there’s enough for one more Accumulator Seriali post…), but I honestly have very little idea how huge (well, it’s not a museum collection huge by any measure). The last time I remember counting the scraps I finished around 700 (in mid to late 90s), but as I went through the lot it felt like the number now could easily be four times that. But I won’t be counting these any time soon.
I originally stored all the Victorian scraps in these photo albums with sticky pages (and usually very ugly covers), of which I had about a dozen or so. One day I had the bright idea of finally rearranging the scraps by theme and style, and took them out of their albums, sorted them into big envelopes, and got bored. So, some twenty years later, I have two albums with a few pages of scraps (the other albums have lost their stickiness a long time ago) and many barely together envelopes full of scraps with labels like animals, people, angels, fairytales.
Opening up the envelopes unleashed something I had entirely forgotten about – the cursed thing called glitter! Somehow it managed to spread all over our home even though I only had the scraps out for like fifteen minutes.
This is obviously the fairytale lot! A lovely jumble of moomins, fairies, elves, clowns. etc.
As an artist vintage photos are a most essential raw material to me. I love the mystery of not knowing who these people in the photos are – it means they can be anyone! I don’t make up elaborate back stories to the people who end up in my collages, but somehow I still feel I know something intimate about them and base my work around that feeling. These photos are so much more than pretty faces and drool-worthy dresses.
By now my vintage photo collection has grown to a considerable size. Parts of it I have weeded out as photos I’m unlikely to ever use in my work (=put them up for sale at first possible chance – somehow that chance hasn’t come in the past couple of years…), parts have been set aside as precious treasures to be used only under some kind of divine inspiration, and the rest is housed in a plastic bin and albums by my desk.