Still Lives

Inside. Our room, your room, my room – these descriptions of our spaces signal so much yet leaves the true nature of the space unspoken. Quiet moments passed reading, a clock on the wall slowly ticking towards the future, traces, perhaps, of previous lives – marks on the wall, scratches on the floor, names written or carved in various places.

hallway
broken clock
black framed door
the bed

blocks
empty table
sunflowers
still life with clocks and pitchers

still life with absinthe
the christmas tree