Many objects become useless, or have no real inherent purpose. Some are visually pleasing, others used to have a purpose. Most of the objects in these photographs don’t exist in my day to day life, even though they used to. Some were props, others were toys, others were fascinating.
I don’t have a motivation for posting them, but once in awhile I need to dwell on things. Tangible things. Other aspects of life are too fleeting- I can’t hold onto a feeling the way I can a rock of obsidian. I can’t touch a person like I can the smooth teeth of a mountain lion skull- they’ll react, perhaps flinching away. I can’t count on a person remaining in my life like I can on an object. While that’s oversimplifying, it’s also truth.