The Lost Chair
£100.00
Behold ‘The Lost Chair‘. Sporting the words of a monostich poem ‘Lost‘, which can be found in the Lifesider Poetry Collection. Strangely, the precise date when these words revealed themselves is lost to time. Which seems fitting. It may have been Spring of 2023. This was before I trained to become a coach. Which is also strange because these words resonate with the call to service as a coach. Words are so miraculous that so much can be said with so few of them. Perhaps the fewer the better. Until… silence. The idea of taking a seat with yourself is as beguiling as the words and the chair. Or taking a seat with another to sit for a while and be with whatever is there. I made this chair as a practice and an invitation. Make space and it will find fulfilment. A chair because we all need rhythm and rest. Colour because colour can only be known in the light. These words because we have all misplaced things and help is helpful. Why would I offer this for sale? When it means so much? Well, if you need it we can exchange. The universe is inexhaustible.*
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About the maker
Gavin Birchall started working with furniture in Summer 2025. He has studied and worked as a pharmacist, entrepreneur, company builder, designer, web developer, marketer, photographer, writer, meditation guide and personal coach. He lives with his wife and teenage children in Preston, England.
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Name: The Lost Chair.
Painted: Summer 2025.
Editions: 1 hand painted chair. Please note that the other chairs in the images, the ones that aren’t painted and don’t have poetry on them, are not part of this product. I know, obvious, but important to say.
Poem: Gavin Birchall – Lost from the Lifesider Poetry Collection.
Dimensions: H 91cm x W 45cm x D 45cm.
Weight: 7.5kg.
Colour-way: Colour.
Process: Purchased at a recycling centre shop – the money go to the Council. Hopefully to do good things with. Washed. Dried. Sanded. Washed again. Dried. Hand painted with acrylic paints. Dried. Text designed to fit, printed on paper, stenciled with chalk and painted with acrylic pen. Dried. Two coats of transparent indoor furniture polish. Lots of drying involved. This is raw, real, messy, art. There will be scratches and nicks and bumps and some of the paintwork will be ‘lived with’. When it arrives with you that is. It will happen as you live with it too. That’s the point. An opportunity to appreciate beauty and impermanence. It won’t meet some definitions of perfect but it is perfectly imperfect.
*Well, depending on your preferred theory for the end of the universe. One of which is that it won’t end at all, just, start again.