Have a Seat
The only piece of art I owned in college was a painting of a blue chair I bought on a whim at an art fair. I remember how much I deliberated because $75 would have bought groceries for the week, paid for books or padded my paltry checking account. But something about the lone blue chair made me reach into my wallet and resolve to eat Ramen for a week. My roommate at the time made fun of me. "It's a chair. You paid $75 freakin dollars for a chair?!?" I held back my urge to point out that my hand painted chair was worthier than the Monet poster she picked up at Walmart, but I held back. I liked it because it had potential. Who would sit in it? Who had sat in it? Why was there just one? I've photographed hundreds of chairs in Paris (remember these?), and I feel the same way about them as I did about the first blue chair that won me over years ago.