The forbidden chair

one day when walking in my village far from the busy world of cities and thoroughfares I came to the tiny central square……someone had draped a “crime-scene” ribbon across the two small stone seats that are there for the conversations of the passing neighbours…..for the needed rest of the elders of the village as they take their small daily walks.

I thought that it must be a joke by the children of the village………

some days later, I saw that there were more of these “crime-scene ribbons”……

it became suspicious…….I asked around……..the answers that I got were …perplexing……

I went back to my studio and decided to paint a chair that I had….I donยดt completely know why or with exactly what reasons…..if any were logical, I could not find them……

I remember being enamoured with the texture and the colours of this old chair……

after I finished it….a couple of days later, suddenly I decided to drape a pink string over the chair……to make it “un-seatable”………an oblique joke, a kind of unexplainable visual joke……..

over the next few days I painted three or four chairs…….getting more and more clear about my intellectual objections to “prohibited chairs”.

from there…over the next couple of years my fury rose…..

my objections were painted…..my responses were detailed in the chairs, in their personalities……in their situations……..

so …………..one could say that this exhibition is a chronlogical evolution from 1-20 etc…..

from innocence to apotheosis……….with 1 being a beautiful and innocent green chair….cancelled made chairless….on to 20 being the “Sebastos” saving the peoples chair….carrying it up to the highest mountain top……inspired by the Holy Spirit, the theories of Tesla and the unexpected reincarnation of Santa Veronica…………

and fury……21 is the “psychotic waiting-room”…..at the protocol-ridden so called hospital.

the peoples chair useless and burned by deadened theories and lies unquestioned……

the crow of truth will eventually pick the eyes out of the liars heads.