This antique chair seeps and weeps. Cut-outs of floral upholstery fabric resemble networks of an overgrown plants or perhaps viscera of wounded animal.
The chair came to be mine after my maternal grandmother died. I remember her as a cold, unyielding woman who only warmed to me when she was within days of her death.
The chair was covered with a very uncomfortable, unattractive thick skin of muted brown fabric. Underneath were layers of more sprightly floral prints.