Today's object can perhaps be stretched to two. It hangs from a tiny bulldog clip, on my large, cork note-board in the art room. And, well it has something clinging to it which I'd better explain as well...
It's a postcard given to me by my wonderful friend, Neet. She bought it when I showed her around the Manchester Art Gallery. It depicts one of my favourite exhbits the building displays. A painting of Shakespeare's Ophelia. I'm drawn to the arm of all things. You can't see it in the postcard, but you can see where the original arm was painted, scrubbed out (badly) and done again. There's a shadow which shows where it was. It's that imperfection that I love.
And the plastic skeleton hands? I've had these since I was a child. They glow in the dark. Some things just seem to stay in my life and this is one of them. And that's what noticeboards are for. To hang the miscellany of life. In fact, out of shot, to the left, is dangling a necklace, with a miniature birdcage hanging from it.