Most of the things we live with are invisible to us.
Not hidden — just unlooked. The cushion on the chair, the mirror in the hall, the vessel on the shelf. We stopped seeing them the moment we bought them. They became furniture, which is another word for forgotten.
OOOW was founded on a suspicion: that this is a failure of objects, not of attention. An object made carelessly teaches you not to care. An object made with intention asks something back.
Each OOOW work is made to be looked at twice. Once when it enters the room, and every day after. Every piece is bound to a single archive material — a bolt of cloth, a run of stone, a batch of glass. When that material is gone, the edition closes. The archive is always the edition.
This is not a product line. It is a refusal of the idea that the ordinary should stay that way.