There are things laying around in my studio - items that have no direct influence on my work or no intrinsic value. But these items have memories attached; for me, it’s that ‘story’ that gives them value.
In one corner shelf, there’s an old fishing tackle box with a Pflueger bait casting reel, an old oil lamp, a hickory tobacco stick, and a rail splitting mallet carved from a single piece of wood, to name just a few.
The fishing reel, for example, belonged to my grandfather. Perhaps my very earliest memory of fishing revolves around my grandfather’s rural Kentucky farm, lazy Pond Creek, and summertime. Even now, there’s something about summer that makes me want to be on a farm, reaching for a cane pole, and heading down to the creek..knowing full well there are no ‘river monsters’ there, just palm-sized sunfish… and that’s enough.
You see, a simple investment of a moment in time can make a huge impact for a lifetime.
Thanks Papaw.