Absence of chair.
Nowhere to sit.
Nowhere to lay your hat.
If I work with the chairs, eventually, then there also has to be a non-chair. Even if only I know it isn’t there.
A representation of those without a place to leave a mark upon. There are so many, and for so many reasons… And this week it seems those reasons for chairlessness are mostly man-made. The gendered word unfortunately appropriate. So while I work upon the chairs, I contemplate a lack of chair too.
Where does the mark of me end up if there’s nowhere to leave it?
No one to leave it upon?
What use is art?
It’s the only thing I can do.
The only thing I have to express my despair.
