Stuff is the thing that you keep close to you, that has no defined role in your life. People ask what you bought when you went shopping. And if you are slightly ashamed of what you enjoy then you say: stuff. I got stuff.
To buy stuff is similar to wanting stuff, to having stuff, to feeling stuff, to making stuff. In French they say Je ne sais qoi, which by definition means that which cannot be described easily. Stuff has a certain je ne sais qoi, it is the thing that hangs above your consciousness that you feel emotionally drawn to as the day wears on. Then you say to yourself: what is this feeling? And you answer yourself: I’m feeling stuff.
It is this feeling that keeps me creating art. I create stuff because I feel stuff. I look at stuff and then I want to contradict stuff by making other stuff. I surround myself with so much stuff that sometimes I have to get rid of stuff.
And sometimes when it all gets too much I’ll have to admit that I stuffed up.
Most of all, I want to have a heart that is open to stuff, that doesn’t shut out the good stuff, and that can deal with the bad stuff.
And then there is the mediocre stuff. It is my enemy, and it is the stuff that I avoid by looking for the exception in all of the other stuff.
