I am beginning to discover that perhaps what attracts me to museums and to collections are the memories that they invoke. Although the objects in the museums are not mine, nor are the objects I have been collecting, the majority have not been passed down through my family, they seem to be part of a universal memory, a memory that we could all share in some way. I am sure some of these images I have been posting often remind others of objects they have known, even if they no longer own them.
My imagination seems to play an important role in this and humour too - often at the oddness of items collected that are sometimes of little real value, but are precious due to the fact that they have survived and are a record of a time past.
The cases that these objects are captured in, whether they are glass cases in museums, boxes holding cutlery or covers of books holding pages together provide a protection for items that seem fragile, precious, important, that could be lost, but have been preserved or saved by the collectors.
More questions are needed, more reflection...
Possibly on a more interesting note for anyone reading this are some lovely pictures of some of my recent finds..
They seem to have a definite colour palette this week. Some lovely books and a very beautiful old Victorian photograph album.