-Morgan, in his studio, dodging the artful Aline ( who might want to kill him ...again)-<br/><br/>Morgan moved into the studio and locked the door behind him, sweeping away from the door and looking about the working area. It was not the largest place he had to work, nor was it the smallest. It was better than the roach motel firetrap that had been the first place he had worked out, this was certain. it was a simple place, but he found that to be the draw, the motivation for his work at the time. There was an attraction, a simplicity and return to the basics that he felt drawn to, and with that in mind, he began to work.<br/><br/>He moved to the center of the room, drawing a chair he had found from against the wall. Even though he had some decent funds available he never lost the skill of being frugal. Dumpster diving and consignment store shopping was an art, and he did so enjoy his art. He had found a chair in one of his many sojourns into the trash and refuse of various construction projects about the city. The chair had to be older than he was, still functional, but with no trappings of finery left about it. it was cold, sterile, lifeless, and that meant it was perfect.<br/><br/><div align="center">(http://z.about.com/w/experts/Collectibles-General-Antiques-682/2009/12/Antique-Carved-Chair_1.jpg)</div><br/>He set the chair in the middle of the room, making it the focal point of his soon to be display. He had spent time cleaning it, sanitizing it, he would not work in unsafe conditions. He removed any sheen and lacquer from the chair, leaving it dull and drab, it was part of the piece, but would not be the beauty. Below the chair he arranged a black mat and then set about assembling the frames to attach scrims behind the chair, the goal being to disguise the depth of the supposed room the chair was occupying.<br/><br/>He worked quickly, arranging and situating the chair until he felt it fit his mood. Once done he knew he would need to head to the storage room and pull lights to highlight the object, the cast shadow and glow the way he envisioned in his mind. He would start with the chair itself, something as a base line of photos before he went to the lobby and attempted to shang-hi one of the people gathered down there. He was on a roll, and right now he did not want to stop.<br/><br/>-------------Copying this to the correct thread... something about the rent not being paid and that Aline got drunk and, in a fit of rage, set her previous building on fire while wearing A competition orange coloured  latex set of overalls, Minnie mouse pumps, and a tyler durden mask. Admit it Aline... you are just jealous of me, Come on ... SAY IT... I digress. -----------