Newmaker Notes

The Nature of Things

If my mother were still around, she would have loved a photo exhibition featuring her things. But there's the rub, for then I would never have thought to do it. It didn't even cross my mind a year ago. This is a common state of affairs. Eulogies and many retrospectives miss their mark, because 'you don't know what you've got till it's gone.'

I'm sure we would have been more deferential if mom's collection of objects and art had included an original painting by Rembrandt and a Ming Dynasty vase. But there was nothing special about it except its pervasive presence in her home and in our lives. Indeed there's nothing special either about the eighteen objects that are represented here. It could easily have been another eighteen. They were gathered quickly after the estate had already been picked over.

I don't think Stiny would have taken too kindly, anyway, to my absconding with her stuff and carting it into a provincial park. She was fussy about her things and decisive about their placement. As grown children we would sometimes misplace them just to see how quickly she would put them back. And if she were to make some decorating change that we didn't see she would blurt out "you don't notice anything, do you." The seasonal changes were important to her and she relished the task of setting out her creche each year. In our Sarnia home the living room furniture got rearranged regularly. In the, now legendary, move to St. Catharines, by the end of the day in which the moving van made it's journey, bookcases were full and the pictures were hanging on the wall. Even in the last months of her being at home, while she was being pushed around in her wheelchair, she would do drive-by fix-its of everything within reach.

It's not that the collection itself was so carefully thought out. Like most, it grew organically and haphazardly over many (61) years (1955 - 2016). There was no complete collection of Doulton figurines, or walls of plate racks. There were a few specialties (generally gifts), like elephant carvings, a silverware set and a china collection from Stiny's parents. The rest were all one-offs, a gift here, a souvenir there, some garage sale finds and lots of felicitously acquired prints and reproductions.

I consider it more likely that our homes shape us, than that we shape our homes. Like marriage partners and children, we take what we get of houses, furnishings and knick-knacks, all dependent on geography, resources, serendipity and many other factors. Sure, successful people seem to have just-perfect spouses and children and homes straight out of House and Garden (boring), but most of us come to know, love and accept the quirky people and things in our lives, and I think we are the better for it -- or at least just authentically different.

The photographs in this collection are equally happy accidents. I did not carefully select the subjects and then divine their ideal place in a natural world and then make travel arrangements to eighteen uniquely appropriate locations. Life's not like that when you have limited time and resources. I was constrained to a single vacation and just a few locations. And even within an immense park like Killbear I stuck close to our campsite, got to know my surroundings and chose to be satisfied with its possibilities.

When you live that way -- happy within limits -- then the world is an oyster. You pry it open whenever and wherever you can for the small pearl of delight that lies inside. And, where possible, you gather up keepsakes of your experiences. The things we collect are touchstones for deep-seated connections. We don't often consciously think like that about any one object, in the way that this photo exhibition explicitly re-imagines the origins and the nature of things. But, subconsciously anyway, the nature of things in our homes keeps us grounded in a universe far richer than any boxes we might choose to dwell in.

Henry J. de Jong, November, 2016


About: Newmaker Notes - writings, photos and collections - by Henry J. de Jong. Newmaker is the spirit that drives a lifetime of creativity, and is a reflection of the Creator who continues to make all things new.