The empty chair is a fascination I've had for sometime now. There is something visually enticing about it's unhomely-ness, here the chair lives beyond its functionality. It stands in place of someone, an "absent presents" or an "abandoned presents" if I may. There is something metaphorically beautiful and universal about the image and the idea of an empty chair. It could be the type of chair, which is also quit key in the discussion because an empty plastic chair would not evoke any relative feelings of the "absent present” as would an old wooden chair. The oldness then evokes a sense of nostalgia. Although this was never the initial interest in my chair series (below posts); I guess it was interesting how people wanted to know "whose chair was that" and I igure that I should probable go back to the idea of the chair to do some justice to my on going lust for the enigmatic four legged wonder. naf said
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