I came across this article the other day “Artists as Hoarders” and was immediately on high alert. Oy vey was my reaction — just what a declutterer shouldn’t see — the all-time best excuse for saving things is that you’ll make something else with it. That it’s true purpose will one day be revealed. That the object will somehow “speak” to you — a phrase in and of itself worthy of further investigation. And, of course, this article showcases some great artists for whom it all did, including one of my favorites, Louise Bourgeois.
Yet. I have a friend whose husband is a hoarder and his perennial excuse is that the object’s utility will one day be revealed. While they save for this shaft of light to one day beam down from the heavens and reveal the thing’s true purpose, of course, they are losing square footage inside their house. I can see it. They’re slowly being bricked in as the perimeter of each room has a two or three foot layer of stuff closing them in.
One day my son, probably then age five, momentarily stunned me when he offered as an excuse to not throw something else that “we could make art from it!” I was stopped cold — torn between cheering for this statement and admitting a twinge of pride that he would want to upcycle something destined for the trash can for a higher purpose, slightly worried that there was a genetic component to his impulse to save things, and also a little confused as to handle this lesson. I’m not sure what, that moment, I did. But I will say the “save it for future art projects” is one of the tougher moments to navigate — both for my child, and for myself still.