Music Room Chair c. 1939

Virginia Kennady made this drawing of a Music Room Chair, we don't know exactly when, and what strikes me most about it is how deliberate the work appears. Look at the gentle hatching across the seat, as if each stroke were placed with the same care as a loving pat on polished wood. I imagine Kennady, pencil in hand, thinking deeply about form and function. There’s a real tenderness here, don’t you think? She’s not just documenting; she’s engaging with the quiet dignity of the chair itself. I wonder if she ever daydreamed of sitting in it herself, listening to some lovely tune? It reminds me of Fairfield Porter's domestic interiors, intimate scenes filled with soft light and a similar quiet appreciation for the everyday. It’s like a painter winking to another across time. They are both saying, isn’t it lovely when objects sing?