The Little Things in Life

Moved recently, into a new house. Well, it's an old house, but new to me because I just moved there. Accordingly I get a new workspace to set-up in. This is always pretty exciting, to go through stuff, get rid of stuff, organize it, test it out, see where the tools can go, discard the dried up old paints, see how the desk fits best, get the CD player plugged in etc.

It's comforting. It's comforting to know there's a place where I can sit down and pay massive amounts of brain activity to tiny little objects, things often less than 1" tall. It's so strange really, it's a big world out there with a lot of big things, but a corner of my mind is fascinated by the tiny little things. That's at the root of any collector/painter's passion I suppose.

A static miniature, painted up and sitting there on a table is a big idea, an imaginative environment, compressed into a tiny little icon. I like the idea of beholding this tiny little icon, picking it up (with clean hands, mind!) and eyeing it carefully, respecting it as a catalyst for thought, a little three-dimensional illustration of a snippet of a larger universe.

Go into any museum that has ancient Egyptian artifacts: the magnetism of all of those tiny little jewels and sculptures buzzes so palpably. Same thing with a visit to an antique shop that has a display case filled with lead toy soldiers. I love it. I can't define it, but I love it.
If you're reading this I'm sure you do too.

Looking forward to sharing more items soon - thanks for reading!