Abbey (from Aesthetic Outburst) collected these bread tags under a decorative glass cloche. By bringing together these bits of functional plastic, one can't help but notice the collective beauty of these mundane scraps. I notice colors - just four. Sizes - there are two. The little apple-shaped cutout that keeps the bags closed - there are slight differences. Wow. It really makes you think and notice."
- Am I a bread tag that ought to be clumped together with a thousand other bread tags so that we collectively make a statement?
- Should I save my bread tags?
- How long will it take before we are all buried alive in bread tags. (Imagine if you count the wire twisty ones... or even more insidious- the bread bags?!)
- If I'm a bread tag, and I'm not in a cloched bread tag collective; will I get tossed without a second thought?
- In another fifty years when the bread tag becomes obsolete, will this cloche be infinitely valuable?
- Would the little blue rings from the tops of four litre milk jugs look equally eloquent bequeathed in glass?
- Do I need to get out more?
This discourse is entirely off course, to be perfectly honest. I'm quite enamoured with the photo that I borrowed from ReubenMiller. I find the mass amount of ordinary objects beautiful, and profound on some inexplicable level. It makes me curious about what the next era of "collectibles" will contain.
We'll probably find ourselves wishing that we'd hoarded our paper clips, or toilet paper rolls, or Tim Horton paper cups. They'll likely make great ordinary art in a decade or two.
I can't wait.