As I was wandering (as I often wander), my attention was caught by this kitschy corner store. From the outside it appeared as an overflow of strange glowing baubles.

They were simple ceramics, compartmentalized in a series of shelves. Organized not by size, function or material, but only by color.

Strip the filters of our perceptions and these objects sing and radiate the very essence of Platonic Being. They are as equally organized as they are in chaos.

The unknowing artist of this display evokes meaning in his or her creation, and reminds me that by our every action we are all unknowing artists — shaping the perceived order and chaos of our existence.

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