All objects have lives. Chairs. Cups. Coats. Hats. Clothes. Books. Trinkets. Their lives are an intimate part of our lives. We hold them in our hands. We put our mouths on them, they hold our bodies, we hold them to our bodies, charging them with touch, and treasuring them as daily reminders of a person, place or moment in time. Objects hold history. As a vase holds the ephemeral budding flower, we hold objects reminding us of people and melancholic moments in time.
Our relationships with people are short lived, constantly changing, and impermanent, while objects remain after a person has passed through our lives. Objects serve as a kind of memento mori, or reminder that death exists, especially in our relationships with others. Objects can be soothing, while also bearing a heaviness and burden.
We live in an age in which objects can often feel cheap and disposable. How are art objects more meaningful than an object sitting on a shelf at your favorite home decor store? How can objects have inherent meaning? Objects have the ability to acquire history that outlives us. We are more impermanent than our ware.