What I find so fascinating about this piece is where I started vs where I ended up. The painting gave me a lot of trouble. I didn't like the shapes or colors and didn't know which way to go. I am not a photo-realist and often feel that I'm walking a fine line between late 19th century realism and whatever it is that I do as an artist. I finally got so frustrated with this piece that I started painting over it and that's when the two chairs emerged as the most important elements on the canvas. I love the way that they glimmer mysteriously in the green haze, leaving the viewer to invent his or her own stories. Or at least, that's my hope. Go into the canvas, inhabit the space and invent your own story.