Two chairs, together, just slightly angled towards each other, under a blossom tree or looking out through tiers of green or in the garden, nestled among tightly enclosed borders. To me, nothing symbolises close intimacy, deep companionship and long-life “togetherness” more than this.
It’s amazing what can be read in this simple arrangement of two pieces of furniture. When I look at these pictures I can’t help but ask myself, “I wonder who sits on those chairs, who is on the left and right, is it always the same?”, “How close together are this couple, what have they been through, how long have they been together?”, “Do they sit and hold hands?”, “Do they talk or just take in the view and the beautiful surroundings?”.
Of course, all these questions are rhetorical; I already know the answers. My other half and I sit on those chairs, I’m on the left, usually always. We’re close, we’ve been though a lot and we sit and often hold hands, sometimes talking, sometimes silent, sometimes eating, sometimes arguing, but always together and always angled towards each other.