"How do people assign value?"
This is the question I asked myself before hitting the streets of San Francisco with a cookie jar and an ironing board for a table. I used the cookie as a common currency, asking passersby to trade whatever they were willing. What started as an exploration of human reckoning led to an unfurling adventure in placemaking, punctuated by awkward interaction and satisfying, if fleeting connections.
For the curious, among the list of items I received:
- Several purple pens
- Handful of marijuana
- Small blue vase