Ode to Joy
Written by Maynard Monrow
Chairs come in a myriad of marvelous interpretations, designed by architects, designers, and artists.
They are fabricated in all manner of materials, from metal, to wood, to leather, to a bevy of fabric brilliance.
They range in style, whether stoic, solitary and utilitarian, or completely bombastic whimsical wonder.
These seats of human potential.
Once, cradling. Next, indifferent to one’s needs.
Comfortable and uncomfortable—such sculptural, functional objects.
They are designed for commonplace sitting and, equally, the art of perching.
They dwell in the home, and what we once called the office.
Most are designed on four legs, though not all.
Some with arms, some without.
Chairs are also quite democratic.
It would be rather sad not to own a chair.
Even if we would rather stand.
