Spark Plug Chair
Some people mentioned they thought I am eccentric. I never thought of myself as eccentric. I don’t have tattoos, an earring, or even a beard. I live in a middle class neighborhood and pay my taxes—nothing eccentric about that. Then about 6 or 7 years ago, I spent a week making this chair. I used an old clutch plate from a Ford for a smiling face, and bearing cup covers for hands with cut nail fingers.
I realized the average middle aged man in North Carolina does not spend his work week welding used spark plugs to a purple lawn chair!
So. Yeah. I am eccentric. It just does not seem so to me.
Despite its fearsome appearance, it is a very comfortable chair.