People sat in these chairs. Fathers, others, grandpas with kids on their knees. It doesn't take much imagination to see it in your mind's eye.
I also wonder about spaces and who lived in them; rooms, bedrooms in ancient houses.
I'm Just back from Ecuador where I visited a small museum of modern art. The building had once been an insane asylum. The art was hanging in these small, cell-like rooms, and I could not help wondering what miseries and tragedies had lived themselves out in these spaces.
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do rooms retain memories of the things they've seen? could you hear what they've heard if you just listened carefully enough? do they feel sorrow? pride? anger? neglect? do they miss the voices? do they hear them at all? or are they just there in all of their beingness. or are they nothing? empty. space. waiting. liminal.
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Close this window Jump to comment formI can assure you, after taking apart and restoring hundreds of antique chairs, tables, etc ... I never found sensory organs, synapses or ganglia.
But I have found a million wears, tears and abuses inflicted by humans.
September 23, 2010 at 9:01 PM
i often wonder that.
beautiful shot.
September 23, 2010 at 10:17 PM
People sat in these chairs. Fathers, others, grandpas with kids on their knees. It doesn't take much imagination to see it in your mind's eye.
I also wonder about spaces and who lived in them; rooms, bedrooms in ancient houses.
I'm Just back from Ecuador where I visited a small museum of modern art. The building had once been an insane asylum. The art was hanging in these small, cell-like rooms, and I could not help wondering what miseries and tragedies had lived themselves out in these spaces.
But ... I couldn't feel or sense anything there.
Which was good.
September 24, 2010 at 12:31 AM
I'm glad they hold their tongues so we can invent the stories.
September 24, 2010 at 12:55 AM
When I walk into an empty room, I sense the people who once were there and there lingers a feeling of the words.
September 24, 2010 at 2:41 AM
I'd like to think the walls could talk-- right along with the chairs.
Gorgeous photo.
Cheers, jj
September 24, 2010 at 6:06 AM
Oh I think there are stories to be told, if only...there is a sense of mystery, take care. beautiful photo.
have a great weekend.
September 24, 2010 at 8:46 AM
Certainly that picture looks like a restful pause between dramatic acts.
September 24, 2010 at 1:55 PM
One can almost 'smell' the dust...
September 25, 2010 at 9:19 PM