Perhaps I have a fondness or a desire for things not to wear out. But this is just a thin veneer that, when removed, involves accepting the life of objects and things. Probably this idea was born in my parents' house, where I continue to observe how an object can wear out over time, whether in its functional role or in its static and useless state, where nature takes over. Objects have a life; they relate to matter, to human life, and above all to nature. Their artificial character is always in constant conflict with their origin.
The ‘virgin’ object carries that connotation of purity, of beauty that generates desire in humans. But at the same time, it is this characteristic that places us further away from it.
We have a better connection with objects when we know their origin, when we can perceive it through the touch of the hand. Even objects meant to be admired visually cannot be conceived as individual: they are in constant contact with space and time, and it is there that we find them.