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This chair was in the trash at a state housing facility.
The man who owned it died and the family didn't want to keep it.
It barely holds MY weight but he must have kept it for some reason.
It was made in the 40's.

I like to imagine what the man looked like who owned this chair and what caused each of the marks on it's surface.















I covered the seat with butterflies because they remind me of an old storyteller I used to see in Harvard Square when I was young.
His name is Brother Blue and he is always covered in Butterflies.
http://www.brotherblue.com/