Marin Civic Center
The Blue of the chair against the Terracotta floor – both colors so pure and saturated on a rainy, overcast day. These ever present chairs seem to be waiting for someone and I wonder how often are they visited and by whom. What secrets do they hold? The reflection of the spire adds to the mystery. I’m drawn to the raindrops on the chair, clinging there through surface tension. Alone, clinging, mystery…Zen Beauty. What does it reflect for you?