"No ideas but in things" -- William Carlos Williams
There are those sartorial moments, when something clicks.
In viewing the object, I can see how someone has strived to make a very small moment of my life more involved, more elaborated upon.
It is the perfect mustard yellow handbag, the thrift store scarf that warms your body, and completes your reflection.
One could argue that there is more poetry in a bucket than a high heeled shoe, but that need not diminish the joy one receives from a proper item of clothing--something that fits so well, that enhances one's presence without overwhelming the viewer.
This is the poetry of design.
The message conveyed may be about status, but an item whose poetry rings truer will convey a message of utility, beauty and possibility. The craftsman understands this.
And of course this appreciation expands outside of sartorial items, a warm ceramic mug that fits into the palm, a new camera arriving in the mail packaged in green paper and tied up with string, or a new song that one hears offering displacement and pleasure (the idea as an object).
We appreciate these items, and they enhance our lives. Unfortunately, the object can only provide so much. Objects cannot love us back.
Although sometimes, we love an object so much that the love we pour into it bounces back onto us. The pursuit of interests is never to be discontinued. Objects are indelibly tied to our efforts, our emotions, and our lives.
Objects are carriers.