This is another take on a stripe photo.

The photo looks down on the carpet in a narrow hallway and the series progresses to the figures talking in the kitchen. There is so much colour and pattern that the human element is submerged in the detail. People's houses. Most of us are jackdaws, collecting glitter to surround us with. The red of the carpet has bled into the colour of the white paint. I tried to remove it but then the whole tone of the picture changed and became more sterile so I put it back. Cosy and narrow was what I was looking for.

The Godfather and Woody Allen. Remember in those late seventies and eighties films where moviemakers were shooting scenes only partly viewed through doors? It is automatically an efficient cinematic effect to indicate a degree of seperation and intrigue, of knowing only a part. This one becomes more domestic in a Vuillard way by dint of the colourful pattern. Lorenzo Lotto? Ever heard of him? A renaissance artist who included carpets and textiles that have particular patterning and can be interpreted as having a certain symbolic weight. Not quite what is happening here. This is busy for the sake of being busy, yet again. The childish patterns on the wall and on the floor for the uninvolved while the grownups talk in the next room.