The value of an object is one that is set by both the maker and the consumer.  There are, however, objects in this world that supersede this judgement and gain incalculable value in the eyes of their owner. These objects carry history; memories of moments, happy, sad, placid, that are felt, almost, at one time when the owner interacts with that object. A maker can only dream of this, and has no control over whether or not this concept develops. It is a fortuitous happenstance that occurs, most often, long after the maker is no more, and usually, only in the hearts of those who obtain said object.

By the way, the above photograph was taken by my grandfather, Harold A Milbrath, to showcase the amount of work he had completed to receive his MFA from Cranbrook Academy of Art in 1954(ish?).  From furniture, to textiles to silversmithing and ceramics, he learned a lot.  It's incredible to me how much each student was taught regardless of concentration...