I have three chairs in my house: one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society.-Thoreau
This is the chair I think of when I think of a CHAIR: Van Gogh's Chair painted in Arles in the winter of 1888/1889, making this its 120th anniversary, if paintings have such things. In reading about it, I've discovered that it is actually one of a pair of paintings. The other is of Gauguin's chair, a painting I hadn't seen until I pulled an art history book off the shelf and then looked around on the Internet.
The art history book goes on a bit, in art historical fashion: "Van Gogh's conviction about the importance of this chair [his, above] penetrates us and holds us, until we feel a mystery in its presence." Well, something like that, I suppose. I just like it, and used to have an art card of his bedroom, which also has this chair in it, up in my dorm room in college. It's interesting paired with its mate, though. Gauguin's looks and feels so much like his paintings:
My chair for reading cookbooks and trying to come up with dinner was rescued for $1.00 from the side of the road in Whitingham, Vermont, years and years ago.