In this peaceful, fictive segment excised from an attic room is a table covered with a solid sculpted tablecloth and a fragile, completely unusable plaster chair. The room is lit by the light that falls through the window onto the small table, on which is a sculpted glass of water, a jug, and a saucer of hyper-realistic ripe blackberries (cast in synthetic resin), apparently just waiting to be eaten.
The whole room is in a state of stasis. It seems to suggest that it belongs to a lone occupier. We see here the objects left over from a recent presence. Perhaps the blackberries, the smallest and most vulnerable objects in the entire setting, claim the greatest attention because they have a different colour and shine. The black colour and the gleam endow them with something precious, as if they were jewels, yet at the same time they also acquire something temporary.