By: Nicholas Stawinski
I have recreated such a house from memory, rendering it in upholstery, the material and processes of my family’s trade. In this way—swathed in fabric and propped up on legs— I present the house, itself, as a piece a piece of furniture. Accompanying it are objects one finds in any house: a fridge, a radiator, a water heater. They are commonplace and utilitarian, lacking the personal touch and feel that a piece of furniture has. But by transposing these objects in upholstery, the industrial edge is softened and they become specific and personal, even ornamental.
The furniture form is a placeholder for memories of the work ethic and daily grind of a blue-collar town. The objects sitting atop the platforms weigh down the soft, upholstered surface leaving their impression, just as industry leaves its impression on the community. This work is about the documentation of the shared stories, the architecture of the post-war industrial suburban sprawl, and the idea of furniture.