Antediluvian I

- Ceremonial side chair. Solid conical white oak frame with polished brass seat and concave/convex rotational headdress and wool and leather cushion.

The time after a time.

This is a preview of a small portion of a very large collection evoked by a deeply held story that has been with me since I was 13 years old. Before I knew that I designed furniture and lighting, and the art that hung amongst them.
—Somewhere in the years of my waking day-dream, and perhaps in my constant longing for some-time else, I conceived of an entire world.—
The time— after a time.
Mythos and legend. Creation story and universal flood myth. The religion of science, analogous, to the religion of faith. All at once, I found myself intrigued with biology and sociology. Psychology and the inherent battle within. We, this three brained animal.
HumanMan kind, the vehicle, and its drivers; the gene and then further the meme.
“A hen, is just an eggs way of making more eggs.” The meme— an idea— an intangible self replicator, more ferocious then any biological disposition to evolve and compete for hierarchy. A new organism all its invisible own… Its host? Whom ever it touches.
And all at once — the everything. The Why? And the Why before This Why?
And with that, a discovery,
The Eternal Return. Both, the philosophical concept that the universe and its existence has been recurring and will continue to recur, in self-similar form,infinitely. As well as (Eliade’s) belief, through behavior, that one is able to become contemporary with a return to the mythological age. — I dreamt of a future long after any knowledge of any past. And its new inhabitants, in a world washed away. Relics less then dust. History, transient. There is no inventory to be taken. No books to placed back on no shelves of no libraries. No traditions to abide. No tablets. No cave walls. No reset. No recall.
Not starting over, just starting.
Though, it is always madness, the business of recurring. There is of course solace, that “Hope” too is in the box.
We live in a snow globe. Occasionally shaken by a master.
A great menagerie. A world full more with coincidences then maybe anything else. A chair always seems to be a place to sit, for the animals who stand.

The Antediluvian
a seating collection designed and handmade byJasonKoharik

$4850