The Love Chairs' Story

"Two chairs that are like separate individuals, happy to be apart  but equally happy to come together, to fit inside each other and create that third identity, a relationship."

It all started when I was getting married to Carol. The Rector of our Devon village church knew I was a furnituremaker and having a sense of humour suggested that we have a couple of my chairs that we sat in during the service. You can have a For Sale sign on the back and maybe sell a couple to the congregation and be one of the few to come out ahead of the cost of getting married. He was having fun but I took the idea and played with it. The first pair we got married in, they were made in a great rush and with a serious deadline.

 The second pair came about because of the first. Nickie saw a postcard of them at an exhibition we had in London. We are doing up this house and we will have this long room with windows along one side overlooking the downs and those would look so great. But, I said and explained the story, fine said Nickie do chairs about us She described herself as the flighty one swishing her arm to the heavens and her husband as the solid stable influence always there for them.

Version three was a gas. Come and see the house said Emma. I thought we were in it, but no, we drove through the only snowstorm of the year through a parkland, crossing a bridge over the narrow end of a lake. A pair of wolfhounds bounded along beside the Range Rover and I saw a glimpse of the house. Wagner should have been playing in the background. Neo-Gothic splendor, built to house an art collection started in 1700. And they want me to do their first addition to the collection. What a gas. I ended up making the pair of chairs shown on the left above, they look pretty wild until you place them in this huge frothy visual symphony room where they just play third voilin on the left.