3 Models to choose:
– Wooden caser: 12 stools / 20 stools
– Black wooden case lined paper: 20 stools
Our spine is the schematic representation of a tree trunk. Its function is that of sustaining and supporting, but its ultimate reason for being is to hold up its branches, which in turn carry leaves, blossoms and fruit.
Through painstaking contemplation, medieval thinkers tried to discover the laws governing the position of each leaf on a tree. It was the leaves, in their effort to attain the greatest possible exposure to sunlight, that encouraged the trunk to grow higher and the branches to reach further out. Ultimately, the disposition of its parts was determined by the tree’s overall need for balance, resulting in absolutely unique organisms. No two trees are alike.
The game of LOS TABURETES (The Stools) is subject to the same kinds of laws that determine the forms of trees. They have to be piled up in order to form the shaft of the trunk, a solid spine. The tree top should spread out as much as it can, reaching upward but not losing its balance. The result is always different, yet always harmonious. In playing this game we play to become a tree, we think like a tree, we grow like a tree – we use the instinct and natural intelligence of human beings without behaving like them. And somehow we are still different from this plant life, and we are able to enjoy the results in very different ways. Perhaps part of it lies in having reverted, if only for a moment, to being primitive creatures again.
Author: Javier Bermejo. Made by: PICO PAO
Size of each stool:
Ø40 x 60 mm
Stool: Beech and MDF in different colors.
Case: Wooden case lined paper
Imagine what you can do with all these stools on your hands
The triangle is the polygon with the fewest number of sides that can be made with straight lines. It is also the most elementary polygon, the primary polygonal unit, the proto-cell with which we can cover an entire flat surface and form all other possible geometric figures.
Ladders are the symbol of paradise lost, of that unattainable paradise. They seduce us because with them we can climb to the heights, much as we did in our previous life as primates. Climbing, forever upwards: it seems an aspiration in itself. Fruit, hanging from branches that are out of reach.
Is it an inanimate object or is there something in it that gives it life? Could it be that he reminds us of the messenger boy, the newspaper vendor, the shoeshine or the apprentice of any number of jobs – one who depends on his arms and legs to carry out these menial jobs in order to scrape by? Where does our sympathy for an object come from? Where do our emotions spring from -weak and subtle as they may be – where if not from the emotions of life itself and the spirit that animates it?