Within minutes, a small crowd gathered and began taking pictures and oohing and ahhing.
Huh.
Usually it takes a significant dose of drugs to really see the beauty in stuff we've taken for granted ("dude, have you, like, ever really looked at your hands, man? They're so...handy, man!").
I wonder if we could create a gallery just for reevaluating our relationship with the mundane. Put frames around holes in the wall with indirect lighting, where otherwise unremarkable objects are placed.
a few spot lit pedestals to host more interactive displays of mass-produced items we no longer pay any attention to, like a soda bottle, or a water tap, where the function is all we notice anymore.
And by each display, a vast whiteboard where the newly-appreciative gallery patrons can record their impressions, what they've found, what they've discovered about themselves.
And one at the exit, where they can suggest future exhibits. That would be the key indicator that The For Granted Gallery has sparked some actual thought, sort of a dipstick for our effectiveness. I mean, we showed you pencils, bottles, a trashcan, then you suggested cooked and raw spaghetti, staples, and a tire.
And then, have other galleries, maybe in London or Paris, but at least 4000 miles away from The For Granted Gallery, where hidden cameras allow gallery-goers THERE to "See Americans Freak Out On Stuff We Found In The Best Buy Breakroom After Black Friday." Charge them three times as much as The For Granted Gallery...