By Dott von Schneider
Decades ago, I had the perfect studio chair. Im not certain how I acquired the yellow Herculon and wood monstrosity, but I probably garbage-picked it from someones lawn. Anyway, it was comfortable despite its terrible fabric and square arms. It had the perfect lean just enough to bend back and stretch, but not enough to fall backward. It set upon four casters with which I could roll myself across the loft, from a painting to my tool area to pick up a brush or drawing instrument, and back to the painting. Man, I loved that thing. My hunt for its replacement prompted me to ask area artists about their studio chairs. Here's a roundup of what they had to say about their beloved chairs: