My parents have always had fantastic woven rugs. Turkish, Oriental, Persian, loomed, woven, tufted. To this day, a favorite feature when I visit home.

As a child, my mom would take me and my sisters to the turkish rug shop. And we would play for hours, flying on magic carpets. As kids, we all make up fantastical stories.

We are born master mythmakers — and these myths, their serious stuff to us when we’re small. Then as adults, something gets lost. If we try to revisit these myths, they seem cheap, small, absurd. And when we recreate modern ones, they often become lazy facsimiles, playing off nostalgia. There’s a gap. How did we approach these stories, these made up situations, not as adults, but as kids, when they were the truest things in the world. I want to capture the feelings of those childhood myths. I want this chair to feel like your sitting on a flying carpet.

Towards this end, I take heavy inspiration from Kuramata’s How High The Moon Chair. Specifically, how it plays with form and empty space, producing a ghost like structure suggestive of both an airy and robust object — like a flying carpet might be.