Five Possessions Located in My "Closet"

According to my roommates and I, it is known as the “closet.” It is painted in “boring hospital beige” with a couple of careless black smudges in a variety of places left by it’s previous inhabitants. The smell is floral, like the reminiscence of rose scented incense. There are sounds of shuffling songs, a mix that includes every genre except for country, that can be heard throughout the day and the melodies of reckless driving fill the “closet” walls at night. When entering the “closet,” one may feel the rigid edges of the many picture frames that fill the beige space, or the faux sheepskin between their toes as they stand in the center. The “closet” may be a derogatory term that makes people think of cramped and dark spaces, but to me, the “closet” is my own, individual space of solitude; it is my favorite place in the house and as many people may agree, the bedroom holds one’s possessions that influence his/her identity the most.

A Book Shelf.

When entering the “closet,” the largest piece of furniture, besides the wooden bed, is a rather awkward piece. Without the wooden protrusions, the collection of historic and modern art textbooks, travel guides and famous articles would not be show cased. With intentions one day to acquire a library full of visual literacy, this is where I go for inspiration.

12x18 Inch Photographs.

One may be a little curious about the various eyes and elaborate landscapes that stare at them from the space above the bed. This is where faces and places are housed in frames serving as memories from travels and people that I have met along the way.

30x32 Inch Panels.

One will notice two large, wooden sheets of wood, which are, raised off of the wall an inch and a half. On top of the wood, in thick, abundant layers, acrylic paint depicts an image and it hangs there, waiting for a viewer’s critic. My passion for art and creating is what fills the acrylic paint on top of the wooden sheet with emotion.

Hiking Backpack.

Off to the side, slouched, lonely and unused in the winter months, lies a bundle of thick material. The home to my belongings on long travels and hikes is a necessity when one acquires a passion such as mine. With imprints and wear from worldly countries, the bundle must stay off to the side until the opportunity arises to strap is on again.

A White Ipod.

Sometimes it carries the melody of a classic rock song, and other times the strum of a banjo rings. Regardless of the type of sounds chiming out of the device, music will be filling the non-soundproofed walls at almost all hours of the day, regardless of neighborly dismay.

With the knowledge of my “closet” and my five closest possessions, I will leave you to determine what these material objects say about my life and personality.