Posted on March 05, 2017 at 11:49 AM
Walking around the streets of London it's difficult not to notice the amount of fly-tipped objects on the streets.
Some of it is dirty rubbish with remnants of carpet and sad, old, broken furniture. Some of these items once had character and were 'wanted' by their owners. I wondered what they would say to a passerby if they could communicate now. Would they ask to be rescued? Would they talk about their sadness, loneliness and longing? If they had the chance would they want to prove that they are still worthy? Hanging around on the street seems like a form of purgatory for these once useful objects.
This is a playful exercise in animistic thinking and above all empathy. Be kind to your sofa.
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