I live in a small community where crime is next to none. Last week, an older women a block away from me reported two flower pots missing, both over 100 hundred pounds, and together costing 200 dollars. When I first read this story, I could not believe someone would report a flower pot missing. If it were me, I would have moved on the moment I realized they disappeared. Why couldn’t I find any value this? Someone must have, as they had to steal over 100 pounds…and why not just steal an ipad, its worth the same amount? To me, an iPads worth someones time. If it had been my ipad, I would have reported it in a heartbeat. I would hang up “lost ipad posters” even. So if both cost the same amount, why could I only find the value in the iPad?
Its morning now, and I am waiting for my train to come, when I see an older women heading towards me. Heading next to me, it turns out, as she accidentally bumps into me while bending down. “Sorry” she says smiling, “I just can’t get over the beauty of these flowers”. It hit me right than in there. I had been standing in front of those picturesque flowers for over ten minutes and hadn’t even flinched. Yet an older women would walk all the way up to the train platform just to beam at their beauty. Had she been forty years younger, the flowers wouldn’t even have gotten a glance.
$200 is a piece about the definition of value in each and every one of us . Here you see two screens split right down the middle. On one side, there are flowers being smashed. the other, an ipad. Both are shown with subtext stating their worth an equal 200 dollars. Depending on your generation, and most importantly your idea of what matters, you will view the side most true to yourself. With no right or wrong side to stare at, this piece is meant to provoke a simple yet indefinite question within you: “Why is this valued?”
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