Hoarder
A short story on how hoarding fuels my passion.

Since a little girl, I've always found interest in unwanted things. Forgotten things. Discarded things. Looking back, you could probably find some deep psychological reason as to why that was. You could say I found interest in these things because maybe I saw myself in them. That when I looked at this trash, it were as if I was looking in a mirror. Unwanted, but useful. You could tie the absence of my father and my constant failure of romantically keeping a boy in my life since the age of 5 was/is the reason I held these unwanted things so dear. Maybe one would say it's because I felt unwanted and I, as we all do, desired to be surrounded by things like me. Maybe it's because I wanted to make sure nothing and no one felt the feeling i have basked in my whole life. It would make sense. The way I overcompensate in relationships in efforts to make sure the other party stays. The way I try my hardest to do everything right so I'm seen as a good person so people can stay. The way I befriend more people than whose names I can remember so that someone always likes me which i turn would make sure at least one person stays. It's interesting to ponder on.
HOWEVER, my younger braid didn't come up with this profound explanation as to why this was. When I was 7 years old collecting box fulls of old worksheets, past church programs, PathMark circulars, and my family's scrap mail (which my older cousin later brought to her school and won a prize with for earth day), i just knew I didn't want to throw this stuff away. When I was 9 years old taking the cardboard boxes piled next to the recycle bin in my house to build a life size (well, life size for a child) refrigerator, I was just bored and wanted to make something. When I was 10 or 11 using my older brother's pairless sock as a dress for my Barbie doll, all I knew was that I didn't like the outfit my doll was wearing and I wanted to give her another one. My feeble mind couldn't understand the gravity of what I've always done and how that could and eventually did play a role in my development as a person. But my passion filled heart led me to the purpose I was destined to walk in.
Now, most people would consider me to be a hoarder. From paper to cardboard, plastic wrappers, dead batteries, used light bulbs, toilet paper and paper towel rolls, empty water bottles, egg cartons, fabric scraps, naked spools, old notebooks, broken bed frames, dingy sheets--even food scraps, I collect it all. I take joy in storing the things most people want to throw away. Rescuing these items from the hands of those who don’t find use or value in their existence. And transforming them into the beauty they were predestined to be. And that, my friend, not only makes me a superhero, but it makes me an artist.
The beautiful thing about artistry is that it's almost synonymous to innovation. Most of the time, the things we create are out of necessity. And artistry is simply that, but with some added love. Take soul food for example. Things like pig feet, turkey neck bones and chicken liver were and are very much engraved into the food culture of southern black Americans due to necessity. These parts of the animal that were normally thrown away, were all black people had access to post slavery and they had to use that for food. And they, in their pure artistry, found a way to make the food that no one desired, taste amazing. Even God, in his grandeur, when creating mankind did not use his already formed animals to create us humans, which would make sense, but he took the dirt of the earth, formed our bodies, and breathed life into us.
So, I draw from both my ancestors and creator in this journey of creativity. That as I take the seemingly useless trash I come across, I then form it into a beautiful, cultural, revolutionary masterpiece that I can call my own. In the image at the top of this story, I show mannequins, woven mats, and a caste of my face I created out of mostly recycled items. And I could not be more proud. As I've gotten older, I learned about the dangers of simply throwing things away. I learned how much waste we Americans, especially New Yorkers, contribute to landfills. And with that knowledge and realization of this problem and this need, I have gained the creativity to find ways to redirect this trash from my home to my hands to create art rather than going to landfills. With this newfound caution for the earth and the enhancement of my personal creativity, I have discovered the beauty of my hand's work and gazed upon some unknown masterpieces.
Masterpieces from unwanted things.
About the Creator
Diamond Pearl Jones
I’m an artist, I’m every sense of the word.
I can list the things I can do, but I’d rather allow my work to do the talking.
I hope you see it soon.




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