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