The cupboard, painted, fixed, shelved.....
There is no history in it and there's no storytelling coming out of it.
It suddenly looks like the homes all the expensive magazines tout, insisting real people really do live there, and all the clothes match in neat, small piles.
But, real life isn't small, monochromatic or neat. It's overflowing, messy and filled with color. It gets stuffed into corners and falls on the floor. It clashes and sticks out and everything seems to be arguing with everything else.
Still, for just a brief moment, ignoring all the stuff piled all over the place, waiting patiently to be put away, the fantasy of a life this still entices. Sorta like interior design porn.
Metamorphosis: Skeletons In Closet
When One Door Closes And You're Headed Towards The Other Door Opening...
Emptying Into Open