Here is a piece I did for a friend of mine. She gives a hoot for owls.
My mother used to collect owls. Not the flying-screeching-in-nature owls; the kind that where ever you stumble upon one you feel the need to purchase it and bring it home with you kind. And then everyone finds out and you become the "keeper of the owls." My friend's mother collected pigs. Her daughter collected hot air balloons. I can remember friends by what they collected.
I did have a friend who collected bad debts, but that was her job and I bet dialing up a deadbeat wasn't nearly as much fun as buying up a bunch of wise-looking ceramic salt shakers.
As I get older, I have less of a need to collect things with maybe the exception of art supplies. My heart beats faster when I wander up and down the aisles of an art supply store dreaming of the possibilities.
Sometimes, when I am not feeling very energetic, I can just drag out some arty gee gaws and fiddle around with them and lo and behold I'm good to go do something creative. Is this true for you too?
So for now, I'd like to say, "Art supplies, Owl always love you."