A bizarrely incongruous (and perhaps unintentionally offensive) chair inviting us to sit in the lap of Native American, also acts as a door stop for an art gallery. I use the chair as a subject layer, and play it against the context layer of the gallery’s dark interior, replete with Indian rugs, wall hangings, and even a headdress. The image questions how we perceive art itself – in this case, is it expression or commercial caricature, or both?