Shes a middle aged woman on the verge of a mid life crisis. Despite her best efforts to not repeat the mistakes of those before her, she still failed to produce better results. Instead, she spends her days sitting in the corner of the room attempting to control herself from unleashing her anger and pain.

The chair is a beautiful off white with raised black volure cut in a striking ornamental flowered paisley pattern. She reflects back on how she boosted them out of the dumpster with all intent of porch furniture. Instead, she spent hours cleaning the fabric by hand so the fated pair could be featured inside.

Her anger is fuel by the deep disrespect of those she held dear in her heart. Her mind sits at the head of the table, whilst a lifetime of insecurities poor toxic juice for all the imbibe…. and it seems that they always do.

Her pain comes from wounds that cannot be seen. Her memories and dreams plagued by the very demons that live in the compartments of her mind. Her body slowing rotting around the bones supporting all five foot six of her. She can only remember the fluidity with what she once moved.

She finds that in this chair she has the peace and comfort to live in whatever world she wants. A world where the sky shines with the brilliance of colors so rich, she could taste them. Kindness and caring replace hate and violence. A world of equality and integrity. A place free of the visceral rage and reaction cycle of the world she comes from.