Take a Seat, 2025

Silver-painted plastic chairs

3 pieces, each 83 × 50 × 53 cm

A butt is born shapeless, a soft lump of flesh that takes the form of whatever chair it’s given.

Then it learns to sit. In school: back straight, front half of the seat only. At work: never settle fully into the chair in meetings, take up a third of it in interviews, and sit “just right” at team-building events. Every posture is flawless, and none of them is its own. It stops asking, “Is this chair right for me?” and asks only, “Am I allowed to sit here?”

Three silver Panton chairs, each seat bearing a different imprint of a butt. These are traces of repeated sitting, socialization pressed into the body. The Panton chair, a single molded curve, is an emblem of industrial standardization. Our bodies, trained posture by posture, are worn smooth in the same way, until we start to resemble the chair.

We think we’re growing up. We’re just being sat flat.Only late at night, when no one is watching, does the butt drop down however it likes: slouched, unguarded, unruly. It’s not a pretty sight. But in that moment, it’s alive.