I believe, that a Still Life is born, like everything else, out of chaos.
A Still Life is a focal point. A respite.
Transient stillness captured for however long the canvas and the paint last.
The chaos that surrounds, is suggested in many. A certain animated quality possessed by some. The suggestion of fragility and decay, of energy, vibrancy. Objects suspended on or near the cusp separating creation and destruction.
A Still Life is a curious thing. It both defies, and affirms a sense of 'being'.

A Still Life is strange, and often asks more questions than it answers.