A cryptic, maybe private, allegory is signaled by this still life. We look downward on a table in disarray; yes, the towel is artfully draped, but eleven cherries are scattered from a bowl. The carafe of water doesn't match a coffee cup and saucer at the other end of the table; the presence of scissors can't be logically inferred from the other objects. Maxey's lighting, quite stark, arrives from the left to illuminate hard surfaces.
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