Transparent plastic clamshell packaging is a material we all recognize immediately. Typically, we notice it only for as long as it resists being opened, or crackles as it refuses to crush down in the trash can. What would it mean to treat these pieces of plastic, not as a means of transit for the things we want, but as things in themselves, existing in the world with us? These pieces have particular material character; on
their own, they shape empty space, reflecting and diffusing light. Many many of them will be sitting around, somewhere, long after we ourselves are as forgotten as our purchases. It's possible that we could never grasp the scale of what any one of us, as a consumer, has processed over a lifetime. In this sense, even the things we handle every day remain unseen. It seems crazy, doesn't it, to stop and look at
these things.