The artist enters the frame, already in which a group of chairs stand arranged in a loose circle. Standing on one chair, the artist stacks each subsequent chair on one another underneath him, making a tower on which he is standing. Unable to find a foothold upon stacking the last chair, he falls. An inevitable fall, devoid of melodrama yet somehow painful all the same - in its embarrassment, its obviousness, its purposelessness yet its clearly intentional happening. The artist has premeditated, composed and executed his own demise.