MK Wynn

I started making chair portraits out of a desire for comfort and protection, a private sanctuary to which I can retreat from a world that feels destabilized & unpredictable. My armchairs offer a cozy retreat with the comforts of warm velvet, brocade, lushly stuffed upholstery - a place that will hold me in a soft and supportive embrace. Or at least, that’s where they started. Now, some of these chairs are up & leaving their cozy setting to hover, unanchored, over a void. Some have begun losing their contours, some are fragmenting, some are fading away like the Cheshire Cat.   “What does it all mean?”   

       Art is one of the ways my unconscious comes & taps me on the shoulder, when it thinks I'm too busy paying attention to other stuff.