Project: Typologies of Walking and Not Walking

I remember my grandfather sitting in a chair, staring at me. I never found it odd, but when I was younger, I always found it mysterious. This man, looking down at me, all that wisdom, all those years. There was something mysterious that the chair, in cooperation with his body, did to the space around.

The chairs are meant to act as a wall. Not a wall that is there to stop you, but question you to the ambiguities. I do not only think of just a chair, but of whom was sitting in the chair. The body that is meant to inhabit it. The lack of the body asks both the lack of a body and gives power to the viewer to inhabit the chair with their own imagination. There is a story that each viewer brings to each confrontation. Let it be the fear, the mysteriousness, the love, the romance. But it is not just the singularity of those feelings that I wish to enhance, but melt. I believe that beyond and within the mystery of it all, there is both a fear and a love for the unknown and the odd things in life. I'm not here to address a change or to point out a flaw, but to ask a question.

If done properly, I would have had many chairs lining the streets. Not half-hazardly, but intentionally.