I have a problem throwing away even my most trivial doodles. I’ve always had separation anxiety from my art. I’ve had one sketchbook stolen in my entire life and it still upsets me when I think about it. My art could never be left behind. I have four LARGE boxes/containers full of sketchbooks from the last 15 years or so, since I was a kid.
I also can’t get rid of my dog’s things at the moment. She was my childhood pet and she died six months ago. I don’t know if I’ll ever throw out anything. I’m certainly keeping her collar.
I don’t like the amount of crap I’ve accumulated, I’m currently working through all of my belongings, from childhood to present and donating or trashing them. I need to downsize first for my own sanity and second for space reasons as I’m hoping to attend William & Mary in the next year or so.
I don’t like how much I buy, and can’t really afford it so I’ve been cutting myself off. I’m allowed one ‘major’ purchase until late January – a winter coat.
And yes, I worry about how much we produce. Sometimes when I see figures on what humans manage to make in a year, in a day even I feel sick.