Just put it in a box
It’s fascinating how life progresses – always appearing to be aimless and then gradually congealing from every which direction and somehow making perfectly concrete sense. When I was but a teenager wearing the first blush of Art Appreciation, I had (a) a yen to be creative and (b) a whole crate of childhood artefacts that held no value at all for anyone else but me. The then-newly-chic concept of assemblages popped up, in Time magazine, I think, so I turned my crate on its side, rearranged the toys and stuff, daubed on a little paint and pasted in paper cut-outs, and had myself a 3D collage, a spectral display of Christmases Past. Cool or what? See the rest.
