“The idea of the chair was very obvious. We had moved to our first home and I had started my free-lance career in 1962.
We had a home but no proper big chair, so I decided to make one, but some way a really new one. After some drawing I noticed that the shape of the chair had become so simple that it was merely a ball. I pinned the full scale drawing on the wall and sat in the chair to see how my head would move when sitting inside it. Being the taller one of us I sat in the chair and my wife drew the course of my head on the wall. This is how I determined the height of the chair. Since I aimed at a ball shape, the other lines were easy to draw, just remembering that the chair would have to fit through a doorway.
After this I made the first prototype myself using an inside mould, which has been made using the same principle as a glider fuselage or wing. I covered the plywood body mould with wet paper and laminated the surface with fiberglass, rubbed down the outside, removed the mould from inside, had it upholstered and added the leg. In the end I installed the red telephone on the inside wall of the chair. The naming part of the chair was easy, the BALL CHAIR was born.”
“If I’m beating every hand away
No one stays
I’ve got so cautious
And now I trip on every move I make
Let one play
To be that careless
With every kiss from a friend
With everything I pretend not to feel
Am I too high? Am I too proud?
Is the music too loud for me to hear?
Now I go out
But every beat is a violent noise
Dries my eye
With every beat comes a violent noise
The melody sung
And I don’t know the voice
Now I go out
But every beat is a violent noise
You’ve been staying out late
Trying your best to escape
I hope you find what you’re looking for
Let a moment take place
Without running away
I hope you silence the noise
How could eyes this wide
Lose sight of a world outside?
I’ve looked away, cowardice
With every kiss from a friend
With everything I pretend not to feel
Am I too high? Am I too proud?
Is the music too loud for me to hear?
Now I go out
But every beat is a violent noise
Dries my eye
With every beat comes a violent noise
The melody sung
And I don’t know the voice
Now I go out
But every beat is a violent noise”
Oliver Sim
“He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.”
“Fuck fate. Fuck Destiny.”
“Unlock control. 30 breaths. Each breath fill your lungs to the top then let the air fall out of your chest to neutral. Visualize dropping into a bed. Let go. 30th breath exhale far passed neutral. Empty your lungs of air like you’re blowing into a balloon. Sit in the gap of your mind as it calms. Hold there until you feel “the kick”, your natural instinct to take a breath. Off the kick inhale full breath and hold for 20-30 seconds at the top. Release and focus on the nothingness that has now blessed your mind, body and soul.”
