I have often wondered what it is that draws me to tiny things. Being a cheapskate might have something to do with it, along with being a bit of a commitment-phone. There’s also a sneaking feeling that the world is just trying to sell me oversized everything— from lipsticks to nail polishes to oh, I don’t know, superglue? Either I lose interest or they dry up long before the tube is spent. I don’t believe I have ever used up an entire lipstick and don’t get me started on nail polishes. Superglues have wised up lately and started miniaturising. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
So I felt somewhat validated by Margareta Magnusson’s #thegentleartofswedishdeathcleaning. Where every possession/collection is held to higher level of scrutiny. If they are meant to be consumables, like paints and inks, the question is, will I use them up in my lifetime? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
And if you think that the question is moot, since we really don’t know what our “life time” is, then perhaps, what will become of them when we leave? I decided that it’ll be best to use up all my supplies as possible before I expire. And since I find it such a joy to try out different brands, media, substrates, everything; I figured that tiny was the only way to go. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Luckily I don’t have the collection of dildos mentioned in the book, but my numerous journals leave me with an equally unsettling concern: When, if ever, would be a good time to burn the physical one and delete the digital version?
