Lots of medical drama this week but let’s avoid that and focus on the diligent squirreling away of everything I come across.

Pinterest is a tool sent directly from heaven for those who are visually inclined, have control issues and a penchant for amassing whatever they can get their damn hands on. An endless nebulous stream of captivating images linking to important information that you can so thoroughly organize in your own glorious schema of subcategories and keep forever? Fuck you/Let’s dance.

In true hoarder fashion, online and in person, I have so many things that I can pack some away and find them a year (okay, years) later, truly having forgotten ever having obtained them, and be THRILLED that they exist. Literally everything sparks joy. It’s like walking into a shop where everything is just your taste and, what’s that, it’s all free (now)! I mean, capitalism is awful, and I’d rather have none of this if it meant the world could be more just, but for now here we are.

Artistic expression reconnects me to the best parts of being alive. My favourite art hoard is a collection that makes me feel something every time I look at it:


  • Maryam Ashkanian
  • Anna & the Willow

  • Peggy Guggenheim with an Alexander Calder mobile

  • Stephanie Beck

  • Winston Howes, 70, spent a week planting each oak sapling in Wickwar, South Gloucestershire, after his wife of 33 years Janet died suddenly

  • Fusion Frames by Darryl Cox

  • Ron Mueck

  • Elizabeth Price – cerámica, escultura

  • Gerald Beaulieu

  • Tasha Lewis – The Herd

Turns out I fucking love giant sculpture.