moving somewhere for an extended period of time leads to eruptions of nostalgia for previous times. I am not willing to analyse the liverpoor manifestation but I am often drawn to the varied locales of the childhood. This usually amounts to ruminating on the various toys lost but not forgotten. There is a highly-commented-upon pingmag article on Scott Campbell's re/de-constructed transformer toys, the comments mainly show how people have grown up, into two strands, the conservative thinker who enshrines their childhood as a totem of boxed collections, anxious at their possible desecration, and the free and multifarious thinker who investigates their childhood and uses it as a robust but pliable box of tools for now and recent past and future.
(there is another strand of person who is wrapped in a placid quilt of contentment - if they are not heroin addicts then we may find them to be insufferable)
I would like to see these misformers in an art gallery, am keeping an eye out for it.
Scott Campbell is better than lucian freud.
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I knew a man who feathered his nest in adulthood by selling off his mint-condition childhood toys, some of which even had boxes.
ReplyDeleteWhat a feeble child he must have been! Surely the healthy way to treat toys is to play with them until they lost their immediate appeal, and the cannibalise them to create new and interested hybrids.
When I moved from my childhood home I had several drawers full of torsos, limbs, weapons, jet-packs, all jumbled together like the scene of a Playmobile plane crash. Quite right too.
some boy in bahrain had a vast collection of gijoe and refused to use their snap-on accesories and weapons when playing with them. very disappointing.
ReplyDelete- and the eternal anxiety of starcom figure owners, the irreplaceable little visors -