About

The Garage has been one of the more complex and entertaining projects I worked on. It's a semi-dynamic 1/1 depicting a garage in your parents' house that fills with new items from your childhood every time you visit them. The mechanics consisted of two major elements.

First, every 4-6 weeks, I would update the original Garage artwork and place in a new nostalgic item such as a bike, an old PC,  or a trampoline. 
The project would start as an empty garage, but through-out the following year, it would keep filling until, when the project ended, it would be one big nostalgic mess. Also, every time I placed in a new addition, I rearranged everything in the garage, trying to always give a new perspective on was inside.

The second part is using an ERC-6551 protocol that was released not so long before me working on this project. This protocol essentially enabled tokens to behave like wallets, and to be able to hold assets.
Every time I updated the metadata of the main artwork, I also minted a standalone 1/1 of that specific item, and dropped it into the Garage's wallet.

Over the course of the project, which was about a year, I successfully dropped eleven 1/1 items in the Garage's wallet.

Using Tokenbound UI, the Garage holder can easily check the content of the Garage's wallet and transfer individual items out of it, if they wishes to do so.

Description

Here we go again, another year, another cycle of your journey around the sun. You are one year older and once again you are standing here, within the forgotten sanctuary, a place immune to the passage of time: the old garage at your parents' house. Its air, despite being filled with dust, breathes stories of the times long gone.

It's a cavern of your past, a relic housing the relics of your childhood. You remember how your father helped you park your first bike here, and the way your mother stored your treasured NFT cards in one of the wooden cabinets, back then when NFTs still used to be physicals.

This place is a final destination for items that marked and will mark different stages of your life: the skateboard from your teenage rebellion phase, the faded concert posters from bands that no longer exist, the PC setup filled with dreams and fantasies that didn't turn into realities. Each object is a relic, a monument to a chapter of your life that has closed.

You don't visit here often, only when you're back at your parents', reminding yourself of your roots. It's dusty here, the only residents of this garage are your memories embodied in the items of your past. There's an undeniable beauty in the sadness of this place.

Everything here has accomplished its mission. The bike that once bore you to school now sits quietly, its purpose fulfilled. The collection of NFT cards that once sparked interest of your classmates and gave you classroom credit now rests in solemn silence. They all reside here, in patient repose, waiting for eternity, like soldiers who've finished their tour of duty.

You find comfort in the quiet nostalgia of this place. It echoes with the silence of your past, the laughter and tears. You stay in for a moment, with an almost invisible little tear in the corner of your eye, lost in a sea of memories, your heart fluttering. It's strangely soothing, isn't it? Immersing yourself in this Garage of a house with number 6551.

After a while, you leave to get back to your life again, forgetting about this place. In a few months or years, you are going to come back again, surprised about seeing this memento of your past being filled a bit more since the last time you were here, but that's life.