Art Hoarding vs the Minimalist
It started with my husband. He is a hoarder. I am a minimalist. He loves art. I love a clean house. A love of art + a love of hoarding = a domestic nightmare. Art on the fridge – art on the walls – on the doors – on the bench. It’s the same at every house. I know because I heard one question asked again and again at kinder pick-up “What am I going to do with all this artwork? We have all done it. The horrendous crime of throwing out the kids art. We have all discarded that cotton-wool sheep picture and the paintings on the big butcher paper with the big brushstrokes that look nothing like the...