Quirky remnants live on…well, in their half-life. “The Painted Chair”.Lets write a poem because I forgot my camera(Images and writing; not incommensurate but mutually enhancing and enriching!).
So, my pen turns into camera; and I spy:
“Welcome” (to ‘The Painted Chair'”-alluding to the Van Gogh painted chair?; is that the one with pipe on it ?); the sign beckons inside, from the outside(the cobbled courtyard)
A chair with a rainbow of coloured walking sticks. Again, almost van Goghian in their composition; an installation, unwontedly placed.
Plant-pots, with flowers
A random fat candle on a tiny table
Assorted belated remnants(is that a tautology?)in a whicker-basket.
Hearts painted on triangular-shaped cloth.
Faded(?real) roses, oxo cubes, everything divorced from its original commodity value, on grounds of disuse/age.
An ancient heavy-keyed type-writer.
Too much to remember or describe
The remnants live again in the Bluecoat, Liverpool, courtyard shop,”The Painted Chair”:)