"The remembering makes it now. And sometimes remembering will lead to a story, which makes it forever. That's what stories are for. Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can't remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story." -Tim O'Brien

11 February 2012

From Trash to Treasure


I have always liked creating things. Whether it be sewing scrap fabric into a bag during a summer school break, knitting a scarf, or scrapbooking photos, I like the sense of creating something new and then continuing to use it to fulfill an already existing need. In an attempt to live simply, this urge to create has gravitated towards a creativity of turning trash to treasure during my time here in Berlin, a shift that has been accompanied by an adventure into new mediums of creation - from the familiar of sewing, knitting and decoupaging, to the somewhat explored photography and to the newer forms of painting and drawing.



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I gathered furniture together for my apartment here in Berlin, rather than buying crates or containers simply to hold 'stuff,' I have become a connoisseur of utilizing that, which would otherwise be thrown to the curb. To hold my knitting, I converted a box that my parents had sent me into a sewing basket. The sewing, knitting and crocheting needles, thread, scissors, paintbrushes inhabit glass jars from various jams and foods that I have eaten in the past five months.





Paper that I want to recycle gets tossed next to my trashcan into another old packing box covered with envelopes and tea bag wrappers.





My prize ‘trash’ creation, however, is my table. Since moving in in September, I have been regularly visiting flea markets in search of the perfect table for my room. A small end table to sit next to my sitting chair upon which to set my current reading pile and a cup of warm tea was all that I wanted. But, I found no table that met my expectations.


Then, however, one of the chairs in our kitchen broke. After bearing the wear of people leaning back into the wooden chair, the wood had split between the chair seat and back. One morning I returned from running to find the outcast chair alone in the hallway of our apartment next to the trash. After waiting one day, I smuggled the chair into my room and took the cracked chair-back, and made the crack final and official by severing the chair back and chair seat. Since then, I have found my perfect table. At a cost of zero, the chair (now turned table) serves all of the desired purposes. And with a bit of yellow paint, it adds a bright and jolliness to my room during these winter months here in Berlin.


Other than making cushion covers for the old chair I pulled out of our apartment storage, my creation of trash treasures may simply subside as my need for such handy creations ceases. However, my interest in sewing, photography, painting and drawing remains high. Perhaps, cards, things to wear and artwork for my room will be what comes to follow.

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