Rico’s Chair

The people behind the chairs on the curb can be hard to track down, but I got lucky yesterday. As I stopped to photograph this piece, Rico, as in Puerto Rico, he told me, asked if I was looking for a chair.

He stopped sweeping the sidewalk and came to show me how it popped out into a twin bed. He said he was letting this one go because he had too many chairs. I complimented the green and yellow art on the inside arm. “It’s Russian,” he said, eyes twinkling.

Though he seemed to be offering the chair to anyone who stopped to look, he said a woman who lived in the park across from Kaiser was supposed to come by later to pick it up.