Where is that subtile line between an object owning value and an object losing it’s value?
There is something quite obscure with all those small objects you choose to bring with you every day. Either it’s your keys, wallet, phone, paper clips, glasses, rubber band, receipt, napkin, pen, coins.. You get the point. How come all these objects matter so much to us when we are in dire straits of them in certain events, but seem to call them clutter when there’s no need for them anymore? Don’t they own the same value at any time?
21 is just an excuse to understand this question that hovers above every single object you meet. It’s a block of oak transformed into small pedestals suited only for those tiny objects. Each elevation is indicated by colour to make it pop, and quite frankly it is somehow fun to make produce different arrangements with the objects.