Yesterday, I stepped off the bus to see this display directly in front of me. At first I didn’t recognise the white metal outline as a chair and part of me thought it looked like someone had thrown out of a found art exhibit.
When I saw it was the outline frame and shell of a chair, I stopped and stared. I often wonder what people think when they see me crouched down with my camera, observing discarded sights smiling. I don’t care particularly, although there are moments where I pretend to be doing something else if they look like they might start asking questions.
I like the fact that it could be a line drawing and the perspective is hard to gage without it’s seat. The worn out wheel looks completely defunct and resigned to it’s ending.