Driving through Brooklyn with a chair, that still resembles a tree more than a chair roped down to the top of the car, I wonder why performing this installation matters. Yet, it does. As I place an embroidered piece of cloth, draping it just so, I experience the delight of, "YES, perfect." What is the source of this certain joy? Color, shape, actions, and symbols. Arranging time and space infuses life with energy, yet we understand so little of our need for this type of essential nourishment.