Photo : Mitch Gaiser

Death of a Sofa

There is a dark side to your sofa - it’s inevitable end and the silent guilt that looms.

We’ve all passed one, in a field, the side of a road, absurdly left by a bin. Staring back at a world that has neglected them.

Sofa’s aren’t regular furniture. We bond with them the way we bond with pets. They live the story of our lives with us, the falling in love, the breakups, the laughter, the tears. We physically bond with it , A quiet witness to everything a home goes through. It softens, fades, and serves its time with loyalty, they ask for nothing more than to just be there ..with us. And when the time comes, we tear it from the home and fuck it in a skip in the rain. A 3 seater reminded of our own guilt and shame.

There is a guilt to buying a new sofa - more than any other piece of furniture - even more than a bed.

The idea is to honour the life of a sofa through the life of a child growing up, the first day it arrives, the boy sleeping on it, jumping up and down with his father after the goal is scored on the TV, being tended to by his mother during a flu. The adolescence years, the moods, the first love, the first heartbreak, a relationship forming, The years go on ..the sofa fades and becomes worn, The boy is now grown up and ready to move in with his own partner.

The parents go and visit his new apartment - there is a surprise - a gift outside the door ..the family sofa - wrapped in a large bow. A happy moment.

The story lives on ..IKEA sofa’s last

The parents are going to buy a new sofa.

The sofa gets a new life.

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