Chairs, they belong to you don’t they?
If you see one you claim it, even if there’s a big queue of people before you, I mean, who are they? They’re not important, sod however long they’ve been queuing YOU need to sit down. You seek it out when you enter a place, you must have it before the others get to it, what do you do? Place your coat on it and then get back in the queue? Or get your mate to go and sit down next to it, (Assuming you have mates that is) that one will definitely secure it for you because when someone asks them “Is anybody sitting there?” Durrr…your mate can reply, “Yeah, that one’s taken!” problem solved.
TAKEN? Who do you think you are? You think you have the right to claim it, to drag it about, to damage it and then leave your rubbish behind for someone else to pick up the pieces. Oh yeah, that sounds familiar some people are that chair.
RESPECT THE CHAIR !!!
|Chair awaiting destruction|
|Chair at train station|
I bought this lovely wicker chair and took it on a journey. I decided (after a lot of uming and arghing) to deconstruct and reconstruct it.
Deconstructed Lloyd loom chair, this was purposely destroyed in a violent way and
put back together to form a vulva shaped object, a newspaper was then inserted into the hole. With the nature in which the object was aggressively made and the chair being an intimate space I used this piece to describe the violent act of rape.
|Photograph of the finished piece manipulated using Jasc to create a wallpaper design.|