For me art and chess are closely related, both are forms in which the self finds beauty and expression. – Vladimir Kramnik
Focus: Still Life
I found my chess set today. It was buried in a cabinet, covered in a layer of dust. I can’t even recall the last time I played, which is unfortunate because I really do enjoy the game. I find everything about it so appealing – the strategy, the competition, the quiet moments that pass between players as they plan their next move. I especially love the beauty of the chess pieces themselves. Each one is like a character in a novel, all playing a unique but essential role in the plot. There is something very majestic when they are lined up at the beginning of the game, rigid with anticipation of the first move.
A game of chess anyone?