I’m probably not the one to talk to about the problem of hoarding. Hoarding is pretty much in my DNA… I know this for a fact because I’ve seen my strings. All the helix are helixing away, but for one strand that has boxes of old magazines stuffed in it. I’ve looked through the atomic microscopes…I KNOW what I saw.
Hoarding to me was a luxury. Before I adopted Frank, I was out on the street trying to survive. If I could find two of ANYTHING to eat it was a good day… it just meant I didn’t have to work AS hard to find something the next time. So when I could, I did. Now that I am fortunate enough to not have to worry about where my next diet coke is coming from, I can ease off. But, once in a while I feel the urge…because even in comfort I know it all can change faster than I can say ‘change’.
Which is why I’d like you all to continue buying Frank’s art and books. You supporting him and his art keeps me from hoarding (too much). Like how I added that little bit in parenthesis? You can take the squirrel out of the nut, but you can’t take the nut out of the squirrel.
