Water jugs, broken dishes, hair combs, dolls. It was an assortment of items gathered from archaeological digs and now on display at the Glyptotek museum in Copenhagen. I was caught up in the ordinariness of the objects on display.
Certainly, the person who made or used those items could never have imagined that hundreds of years later and thousands of miles away there would be streams of people admiring their earthenware as art. But there we were, with a fondness for a past that was not our own.
Oh, how ordinary are the things of my life right now. Oh the banality of my day to day habits. There is so much that I take for granted now that will carry great meaning in the future. I don’t expect to have exhibits constructed of my things, but I think that I will look back with the distance of time and see them as beautiful. It will be the story of my life, a work of art displaying who I was and came to be. It is so easy to wait to look back to see the value, but what if I could see the fine art that exists in it now?
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