Placed within the quiet hum of a home,
these chairs, once vessels of rest, chatter,
intimacy, now stand hollow—vibrant, sculpted echoes of what was lost.

But

Is remembrance enough? Is that the job of the artist?
The answer is no.
This work strives to unveil deeper, unspoken layers of death—
living with the lost ones,the violence that will forever live with those who remain.

In the eye of the photographer, Naomi Redel, the still chairs become a record of fleeting moments—

a conversation that will never occur,
a touch of a loved one that will never be felt,
a shared silence or laughter over children’s mischief,
a lifetime of hope, love, and expectation
now turned into silence.

As one moves through the house, a fleeting glance striking the soul,
pulls it back to sorrow.

Yet, with their vibrance and beauty,
It becomes possible to hold the pain—if only for an instant.Making these moments possible,in a world that has moved on.

It is the true essence of art