Left on the curb with nowhere to go but the dump, this sweet chair with a modest ruffle inspired a whole body of work. Take a look at what happened in the new life of little pink chair…
- LPC gets painted in
- Artist in Residence: Karin de Heer
No matter the time of year, Karin has surrounded herself with flowers and colour.
You can see her work along the fence line where Shelbourne Street dips into Mount Doug Park.
See more of her work here https://www.instagram.com/zeesterartworkIt was Little Pink Chair that knocked on her door!
Her adventurous spirit wanted to know more!
About Karen who paints, and soon you will see,
some more local artists supported by me!
Little Pink Chair. Little Pink Chair.
Why are you in the street?
Some random guy – without a lie.
Ran me off my feet.
Thanks to Random Guy who just had to sit on the little pink chair.
Little Pink Chair. Little Pink Chair.
You are not to be thrown away.
We must reduce what we make
Re-use what we take,
Not just because it’s Earth Day
Little Pink Chair. Little Pink Chair.
It looks like you found your heart.
Made during covid 19
It’s naturally green
And part of the pandemic art.
Little Pink Chair. Little Pink Chair
Have you been neglected?
I’ve had to lay low and let 2020 go
And wear my mask as requested
Thank you Haley
Little Pink Chair Little Pink Chair
This lunar year’s abed.
The rat, leaves this year
and the metal ox will appear
Bringing success and strength instead
Little Pink Chair. Little Pink Chair
Where are you?
In the gardens and trees and wafting spring breeze
That envelops RRU.
Little Pink Chair. Little Pink Chair. Who’s got the moves?
Jake’s looking for a court to play his favourite sport-today
Where he can flash the paint on his shoes.
Thanks to Jake and his very cool hand painted shoes.
Little Pink Chair. Little Pink Chair
Is someone bending your ear?
I found words of love – not from above
But in the art of others right here.
(Thank you to the garage door artist near Cedar Hill Rd. and Hillside Ave)
Little Pink Chair. Little Pink Chair
We must do more than despair.
At the red dresses made
for women Lost and afraid
We must act if we really care.
Little Pink Chair. Little Pink Chair.
Why did you sail away?
I went to sea with my friend, Amie
And we left from Telegraph Bay
Little Pink Chair. Little Pink Chair.
Where do you go at night?
To see Oshen and friends make fire that bends
And a sword that only he could ignite.
Little Pink Chair. Little Pink Chair!
What fills the evening air?
Bubbles and smiles
We’ve not seen for awhile
And plenty of laughter to spare.
Thank you, Fune
Little Pink Chair. Little Pink Chair.
Why are you still awake?
It’s not dark so just for a lark
I want to dip off the dock at Prior Lake
(oooh my legs are cold!)
Little Pink Chair. Little Pink Chair.
Who did you meet on the trail?
I met an acrobat – imagine that!
Deep in the Mystic Vale.
Thank you to Nadia for sharing your gracefulness
Little Pink Chair. Little Pink Chair.
Your friend looks so sublime.
Don’t be disarmed by Nadia’s charm.
She’s as tough as the rocks she climbs.