They float in suspended animation: Talisman, fetish, icon, memory, remnant.

For years I have ‘collected’ an array of small objects. ‘Collected’ is perhaps an inaccurate term, I seem to have chosen the objects at random, and collectively, they don’t form a cohesive ‘collection’. Perhaps they chose me.

This project is an exploration of the connection between these objects and me. In paring a real object with photographed background, I seek to amplify the layers of memory and perception.

Australian psychologist James T. Neill has written that, “Surprisingly little has been written in the psychological literature about the psychology of objects.” Yet, he says, “Objects both shape and reveal our identities and narratives are woven consciously and unconsciously around objects in the construction of self.”

Each evening my father took me Jimmy’s Variety to buy a Dinky Toy.

Spike was our cat for seventeen years. I collected her whiskers.

A fossil like those I found in broken Lake Ontario beach stones.

My grandfather cut hair. He carried this penknife from Europe.

A fragile plant from a gravel road near Tuktoyaktuk, NWT.

Small pink shells from Long Beach, Vancouver Island.

My wife keeps a chestnut in her winter coat pocket.

A horseshoe found in a Mexican riverbed.

My mother’s music box.

My father’s lighter. 

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