Bali, Indonesia. December 2012.
I came across a furniture shop in Bali that used recycled wood and recrafted it into very beautiful chairs and tables. Each piece showing so many layers of paint and varnish and degradation, each it’s own life, it’s own story. Each piece made of mismatched boards from different stories, a collision of pasts in the present. Sadly, there is no room for more furniture in our Japanese apartment, so I took some photographs to be reminded of the colors and textures I found there. In truth, even if there were room in the apartment, the most beautiful pieces I saw that day were all claimed with little yellow sticky-notes that read “Miss Libby.” So Miss Libby, wherever you are, may you sit in the dreamy beauty of layered lives and bask in the satisfaction of a great find. |