Randy Burman
Thrown Thrones
Thrift shop armchair reupholstered in dye-sublimation printed grid pattern of 40 iPhone photographs taken of discarded chairs found on walks and while driving. All shot in
square format and posted to Instagram with the hashtag #thrownthrones.
The ‘found compositions’ of random chairs unceremoniously tossed on trash piles or abandoned on the edge of their former owners’ properties speak to me sculpturally and
philosophically.
My often used hashtag #compositioniseverywhere reveals my artistic sensibilities. However, beyond an appreciation of found composition, chairs in particular, evoke questions concerning their utility and what transpired to bring them to such an inglorious end. Were weighty decisions made while seated on them? Were babies rocked into slumber?
Did riotous laughter cause the occupier to rock back on two legs to the breaking point?
Poignantly, discarded chairs also metaphorically suggest parallels of how society discards our elders at the end of their useful lives. Will we too be discarded at a roadside grave for
all to see?
Melancholic ponderings aside there’s a light-heartiness in the ironic layering of images of
discarded chairs covering a recycled chair. Considering the above-mentioned aspects gives rise to the question, what is wasted and what is not?
square format and posted to Instagram with the hashtag #thrownthrones.
The ‘found compositions’ of random chairs unceremoniously tossed on trash piles or abandoned on the edge of their former owners’ properties speak to me sculpturally and
philosophically.
My often used hashtag #compositioniseverywhere reveals my artistic sensibilities. However, beyond an appreciation of found composition, chairs in particular, evoke questions concerning their utility and what transpired to bring them to such an inglorious end. Were weighty decisions made while seated on them? Were babies rocked into slumber?
Did riotous laughter cause the occupier to rock back on two legs to the breaking point?
Poignantly, discarded chairs also metaphorically suggest parallels of how society discards our elders at the end of their useful lives. Will we too be discarded at a roadside grave for
all to see?
Melancholic ponderings aside there’s a light-heartiness in the ironic layering of images of
discarded chairs covering a recycled chair. Considering the above-mentioned aspects gives rise to the question, what is wasted and what is not?