All things Man made are part of Nature. It is an illusion to think that Man can transcend Nature and make objects that are not bound by itís laws.
The stool, vaguely reminiscing of a lighthouse by the shore, sheds light on a new way of dealing with objects. The Stool demands patience of Man. Itís color palette is completed when moss grows on itís concrete parts. Making the Stoolís perfection dependant on the life around it. When the moss perishes the Stoolís powerful thrichotomy in color and material will perish with it.
The Stool raises questions on how we deal with our environment and preludes the practice of fading the separation between Manís created world and Nature.