In case anyone was confused by my chair story at the MODA show, I’ll share what I wrote for them here. Apparently, they didn’t like my story or couldn’t find a way to edit it down without leaving out the most important parts. I was, to say the least, disappointed with the way my story got edited. Although, I was excited to see my chair in the front window.
My father passed away while fly-fishing, my grandfather loved the horse races up through the day that he passed away, and my great-grandfather was killed in a poker game. He owned a factory in Forrest City, AR (where all three of them were born… and coincidentally where Al Green is from… fun fact of the day although not important to this description of the project) during the depression, and he had recently fired a worker who was put in jail over a few nights for beating his wife. That was why he fired the man who later found him playing cards and shot him. So, my great-grandfather lived with a certain integrity until he died.
My chair is a reflection upon these stories that are less about the way they died than the way they lived. This led me to the maxim: find your place and life will support you. That maxim is what drove the form of the design which has a second back that visually supports the seat.
The second influence on form was my design movement: deconstructivism. And, with all its complexities and its inability to definitively define itself as a movement, what I took away from the movement was their use of space. Space is used as a visual experience. You feel the spaces they create when you encounter them. You’re not sure if they are stable, but once you begin to use them you realize that they are certainly functional on a high level. So, I strove to somewhat disarm a would-be seated individual who, once seated, would be comfortable despite initial thoughts.
Perhaps this story is only meaningful to me, but I thought it was even less meaningful, perhaps meaningless, in the way it was edited for the show.