As artists we are encouraged to be self archivists and keep everything we do. I’ve kept all the drawings I’ve made since I was an art student in the 1970s. There’s a lot of them. Many have been made into paintings, and even more have not. I was implicitly taught to believe that even my doodles might have value some day. I have also thrown away a lot of stuff I now regret. I had a journal that I kept for a year or two back in the early 70s before I went to NSCAD. I wish I could read it now, but it is unfortunately long gone.
So why do we choose to keep what we keep? What gives these objects value?
I have a lot of small mementos that have great value to me- some I keep in my office and some I keep at home. I keep them because they are beautiful things, and also I think in part I keep them as mnemonic aids. They serve as souvenirs from the past that not only trigger memories and allow me to recall and call up that past, but they also are familiar. I think we need to surround ourselves with a certain amount of the familiar in order to feel comfortable with where we are.

Why do we choose to keep some things and not others? I have a pair of shoes, penny loafers that I bought in the late 1960s and I had completely resoled by this Italian cobbler in the late 80s. They’re beautiful shoes, a little tight and I haven’t worn them in years. I’m not sure that they even fit, but I couldn’t bear to throw them away. Why are they so valuable to me?
I have drawings my son made when he was a child and stacks of photographs I’ve taken over the years. What gives them value? Why do I keep them? I haven’t done it, but I wonder if I could decide what the most valuable thing that I have is? I’m sure it wouldn’t have much value to others, but I’m guessing that it would be an object that has a huge sentimental value attached to it.
When I was going to Banff last year in May for six weeks, I took a few things with me- a couple of photographs, a map of London, a coffee mug.
But mostly it was my laptop that had huge value. That was the thing that connected me to my life in Vancouver as well as the rest of the world via the internet. It also carried years of work, ideas, writing, images, sketches- digitally. When I moved into my office studio I upacked a few things, plugged in my laptop and was set up.