I have a memory of my eccentric uncle who would drive around in his car with a folding lawn chair in his trunk. When he found a spot he liked, he would pull over, get the chair out, and just sit. It didn’t matter if he was on a sidewalk or under a tree; wherever he landed became his observation point.
I started this series to follow his lead and merely place my yellow chair everywhere I went. It became apparent that the images were more singular in experience when the chair was left empty.
