My father had a collection of matchbox cars that he played with as a child that my sister and I inherited. He shared these with us when we were kids, and I have so many memories of playing with these toy cars. All banged up and loved, the lead paint chipping from decades of being dragged through dirt and rocks, or thrown across the living room floor. These are priceless heirlooms.
I have had a collection of bowties that have sat in a box for dozens of years. Each with their own unique personality and occasion. While I have never worn a bowtie, personally, I am drawn to their charm and inherent classiness. I expanded upon my collection with these colorful renditions painted in watercolor with a touch of ink and gouache for detail.
My husband inherited this Western Electric telephone from his grandmother, and I am reminded of my own grandparents rotary phone in their kitchen. I an connected to our past while imagining the hundreds or thousands of hours of conversation exchanged between friends and family on these heavy handsets and coiled wires.
I have loved the art of photography for as long as I can remember, but I am equally in love with the object that IS the camera. The evolution of this device in the 19th and 20th century, that captures our humanities happiest and darkest moments, and that allows us to reflect on a single moment in time, completely transformed how we communicate in the 21st century.