I make things because I want to make but what is the importance of owning an object? Why objects matter? I can start by paying attention to my own relationship with things I own. I recognize that my attachment to objects has diminished over the past few years. To me it was for a practical reason. Since I started spending more time in a studio I quit wearing many things. Rings, because they leave imprints on clay. Earrings, bracelets and necklace, because I change from a bathing suite to regular clothes, to studio clothes, and then to regular clothes everyday. Removing them and putting them on became a chore. Make-up, because I am either in water or in clay. So past few years I have become to wear bare minimum and own less - not because that I cherish minimalism but for the convenience: makeup less, jewelry less, belt less, manicure-less, bra-less, any sort of accesrories-less. It is less time consuming and less belongings means less tings to maintain, to look for, to protect, to pick up or to choose from.
Moving in to a new apartment gave me a good opportunity to look at items I had kept in a storage bin and start using them. Fabric coasters and napkins my mother hand sewed, the glass ware I picked up from my trip to Murano, ceramic cups and bowls made by friends and me. And I can tell you the small flower-printed silk fabric my mother trimmed with crochet is from the lady who taught me English on Wednesday nights in her house. She kept this little trapezoid piece of fabric from her time in England where she studied in collage but was ready to let go of it. She was separating from her husband and clearing out her belongings the night I visited her. One face of the red coaster used to be a dress my sister bought back from her Hawaii trip my uncle's company hosted, which I was not allowed to go because they thought I was too young. On the other side was my pajama from my sawing class in a middle school and I think of the girl who had her mother do her sawing homework. She was a bit spoiled but charming and was one of my best friends. My sister's envied Hawaii trip and my sawing class are trimmed with my father's futon cover with red camellia flower prints.