kashka wax going on a chair with African fabric
From my childhood in Brussels, I remembered multicolored silhouettes walking the streets of Matonge, the African district of the city. The stalls were selling these fabulous fabrics with geometric designs that women adorned themselves like jewelry, which we felt that each pattern harbored a secret meaning which took the place of mood.

When I decided to draw a chair, I wanted simple, clear, functional. Pine plywood with exposed layers and blotchy skin quickly became. And when I saw the first chair, blonde and proudly on its four feet, I had immediately want the drape of her high wax color, combining the grounds that every chair is unique, with its own character and together they form a colorful family like a ray of sunshine immediate brightening even the most gloomy day.