I have a friend who writes books and is a very smart guy. When I told him that I was going to start writing a blog about “Waste as a Way of Life”, his questions clearly moved me to the next level in my thinking. I still like the title, but I need to make my writing goal a bit more clear.
Jake asks: “Are you in favor or opposed to waste”? Good question. No one has ever been more in favor of waste than I am. No, I cannot say that. Learning to live on waste is a process. You can get better and better with it. I was pretty good in certain areas, and then I met and married my husband. He is great in areas of waste use that I never knew existed. He will pick up a metal washer in a parking lot and put it in his pocket. As with me, but not as wholly as I, as an artist, he uses waste as art materials.
I have to say that upon the breaking of our last financial crisis, I was fearful like everyone else was (the art market is the first to go), but since what I want and require for life is always secured at ridiculous prices, I knew that I could live on what we made. I could even financially handle losing my little job. To me, doing more with less is a more interesting and satisfying way to live.
Second question from Jake: “Do you mean waste as the things we dispose of, or how we spend our time?”. This answer is very easy for me. I do not waste time. If I am somehow put into a position where that happens, a little cyclone begins to grow within me. My father died at an extremely young age, and I learned with that experience that a short life can be a reality. Since then, I have made most moments count, and I have recorded many with my art.
Jake: “Will you tackle bodily functions too?”. No.
“How about how we efficiently use or do not use our bodies, and our brains?”. I love stuff. Old stuff, re-purposed stuff, recycled stuff, stuff as art materials, stuff as garden ornaments, propagated stuff. I love new gardens that I can see in a mature state. Everything is a composition, each angle of vision, 360 degrees. These ideas require “stuff”. I am going to leave the brain thing to my friend Jake, and the body thing to my daughter, Branny.
One word about my masthead picture. It features a little used tire shop that exists within my local flea market; my personal little Mecca. I have never bought a used tire. Does this mean that I really am a dilettante?