Puppets, stories and stuff
There are a lot of puppets in our house. They come from all around the world to take up residence in our hallway. On the left are Ravanna and Hanuman from Jakarta. They’re from the workshop of a fantastic Indonesian puppetmaster, Tizar Purbaya. Tizar’s house contains over 7,000 puppets so our collection of just over 100 is very small and cosy in comparison.
Over the course of the next couple of weeks most of the puppets will have to be packed away in trunks and put into storage. Only a select few will be allowed to travel with us around Australia. It will be a little strange to have to put them all away. They have watched over the comings and goings of our household for years now.
Some visitors to our house are unnerved by the long hallway of puppets and I must admit, at night, in shadowy half-light, it can be unnerving to have to walk past them. In some parts of Indonesia, people believe that spirits live inside the puppets and that you should treat the puppets with both care and respect. I can understand that feeling. Over time, I’ve learnt to respect the non-human inhabitants of our house. As we sort through all the ‘stuff’ that we have accrued in the last 20 years or so, I’m also starting to realise that if you don’t feel that an object has a ‘spirit’, if it doesn’t have a deep emotional connection to your life, there’s not much point in hanging on to it.
Tomorrow I will start lugging things out onto our nature strip for the local council’s hard rubbish collection. I don’t doubt the pile of junk will grow tall. It’s too easy to clutter your life with things that have no meaning, that don’t connect to your history, your story. In the end, it’s the stories about ‘stuff’ that give them meaning and value, not the object itself. Perhaps, when the things themselves are long gone, it is only the stories that will remain.