Fragments that won’t find a place anywhere else. An object.

A small object, which may be strange to one person and quite banal to an other, or exotic to both or the most ordinary of items for everyone, is carried all over the world, stopping at cities, stopping at towns, drawing a very peculiar kind of energy at each and every station. Slowly, the object is transformed within its very form, that is to say, its form gains new boundaries of meaning, and in the end it becomes, not a symbol, but the form itself of a mixed feeling: one of belonging, the happiness of homecoming, of embracing the familiar, and the anguish of leaving loved ones and of beginning anew.