The room is stark- stark white. And stark colour whipping itself out of the nothingness as if desperate to escape from oblivion and into existence. A futurist would perhaps compare this room to suspended animation.
You notice there is another room adjoining this one, barely noticable a doorway, white on white. For the while you gaze at the still life forms, eerie snapshots, others homely and all clearly adored. 'She harbours a love for animals?'
This one
another
