Collecting doesn’t benefit much from over-analysis. There’s usually a reason why one is attracted to the odd and unexplained. And it’s often a reason best left undisturbed and unchallenged. Freedom is not having to explain an affliction.
I like the odd and unexplained object that is the start of a story, a project, an inquiry. A perfectly balanced shape that still shines through, decades after the maker has closed up shop. I’ve managed to amass a tidy group of pieces and parts that individually and collectively seem to have some thing significant to tell us about style, balance and crafts-as-art and about riding fast down a hill. L’Eroica/Italy