I started collecting pig figurines (using that word makes me feel like a little old lady or Miss Havisham), banks, boxes, planters and so on over 20 years ago. I am not sure why pigs became the focus of a collection for me. I do find pigs visually appealing in terms of their usually gigantic stature and pink, brown or black skin. They are also extremely intelligent and even taste good especially a nice pork chop.
Perhaps, it was my reading of Charlotte’s Web in elementary school and seeing the subsequent animated film that sparked my interest. Or maybe it was reading Animal Farm in junior high school in which pigs took over the farm and controlled the other animals with their intelligence and ruthlessness. Both of these novels could be the origin of my gnawing pig desire that finally emerged in me, causing a grown man to have a display cabinet filled with these creatures- some valuable, some quite inexpensive in varying shapes, sizes, colors, materials and narratives.
But here I must insert a word of WARNING. If you collect something as general as pigs (or owls or cats) and not something more specific like 19th century American silver aesthetic flatware, people around you feel quite happy and obligated to buy you any pig sh*t that they can find. Keep it a secret if you can. For each pig I own now, there are about 3 others languishing in a thrift shop somewhere or in a landfill.
This state of affairs got so bad that I had to announce a pig moratorium. No more pigs please! Only my dear friend H____ can now buy me pigs because she always finds unusual and fun ones. None have wound up in a landfill. She is my official pig buyer. And in actuality I rarely buy pigs for myself anymore.
So, here are a bunch of pigs that reside in my cabinet of curiosities.