In the Maltese language one and the object one owns become one. My Room= Il-Kamra tieghi= kamarti. I'd like to add in a personal anecdote; as a child, it had taken me a while to differentiate between the word 'kamra' (room) and 'camera'. For a long time I thought that the two came from each other, that a camera was in fact, a miniature room out of bounds for us giant-people to enter, but available for exploitation whenever we felt like capturing other rooms with it.
A nun used to occupy this room before I came along and I can count up to 10 kitschy Catholic-memorabilia hung on the walls. The infusion of my plants, books, cameras, lights, pictures, clothes, sins, dreams and nightmares, like entropy (?) have deemed the latter invisible and so I remain okay with having them there.
They, and my own items together kind of contribute to the current surreal chapter in my life.
Allen Jones Exhibition Keepsake + Essentials
Bibi the Giraffe and a non-existant bay in Munxar, Marsaskala. Bibi the Giraffe is an enlarged print of a negative of my Great-grandfather's camera-infused adventures in the '40s.
Ever-exponentially growing collection of books and films and thought-keepers.
The excitement never ceases.