This is what all my poems look like. Handwritten on lined paper, in a binder with a printed page I type on the computer. I have 57 binders. I need to figure out what to do with them after I’m gone. I don’t want them to end up in the garbage, or burned. Sold? Donated to a library? I’d like them to stay all together as an archive of my work. I have similar feelings about all my precious objects…and I have hundreds of them. I was thinking I should make shrines to all of them…that would only take years to do. My wedding rings, my grandfather’s watch, and the story that goes with it…things like that.
This is a painting of someone’s keepsakes I found on Pinterest. I love the idea.
A glass jar ‘memento vitae’ assemblage. Found objects from the beach, beads, waxed thread.
My grandfather’s watch. (My dad’s dad). It doesn’t have a mainspring because my aunt pulled it out, and wrapped it around the knobs on the dresser when she was a child.