I am a packrat when it comes to materials for making art. My husband interprets my tendency to collect rusty bits of metal, weathered sticks, stones and dried up bits of seaweed as a sympton of a deep psychological disturbance, but as most of my best friends suffer from the same syndrome I usually don't worry about it much. Every now and then I begin to feel a bit hemmed in though and consider what I'm creating and whether my extensive stash compliments the effect I'm after. I did such an exercise a few weeks ago and with a smug sense of orderliness I filled bags with a tangle of sticks from many beachcombing sessions and sent them off to be chipped at the reycling depot.
I forgot the rule "If you toss something- you are guaranteed to need it within a few days" I did a batch of tiles today with a neutral toned organic sort of look. I have in mind to make a wall hanging with them.and I'm mourning the loss of a certain twisty stick that I discarded .... grrrrr