{"product_id":"4sure2pleaz-thomas-stavnes-copy","title":"Just a reflection - Brendan Huntley","description":"\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e \u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eDinner is over and you've just finished your last scoop of desert. A pile of dirty dishes lay scattered on the kitchen bench. They're staring back at you, haunting you. \"Wash me, Wash me\". A rush of anxiety flows through your guts. \"I'll do it later\" you say to yourself. \"I'll do it later\".\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eSome time passes, and before you know it you've nodded off to sleep on the lounge room couch.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eSuddenly you're awoken by loud whispering, chattering coming from the kitchen. You rub your eyes and slip your feet back into your slippers that lay beside you on the floor. As you make your way down the hallway toward the kitchen, the whispering gets louder. You start to make out what the voices are saying. They're chanting your name.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\"Joe Blow, Joe Blow\".\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eWhen you make it to the kitchen door you stop to gather your thoughts. Where could these voices be coming from? What are they doing in my one bedroom flat? Why are they calling my name?\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eYou quietly peep your head around the corner. It is a spectacle unlike anything you've ever seen be-fore. Teacups are dancing, soup bowls are kissing and vases are arriving fashionably late. A couple of mugs are causing mischief pushing the teapot around in the corner. The champagne glasses are having a blast. The fry pan is having trouble settling in and just wishes he could be at home with the saucepans.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eBy the time you've worked up the nerve to step into the room, the guests don't even notice you're there. They're all so busy going about their business that they don't see the sponge in your hand.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eA spoon lays quietly beneath some butter knives.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eYou pick her up and start tapping her against a wine glass. Everyone turns towards you, smiles on their faces. Even the mugs are happy to see you. You fill the sink with soapy water.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\"Ok my\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003efriends, jump in. This tea party is over. I got to work tomorrow\".\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eOne by one, jugs after saucers and saucers after glasses.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eFinally you place the second last dish into the drying rack. Staring into your own reflection in a saucepan, it slowly dawns on you that the whole thing was just a figment of your imagina-tion; teapots are just teapots and vases are just vases, only good for holding flowers and old paint brushes.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eDirty dishes don't have tea parties.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eYou dry your hands on the tea towel hanging from the oven handle and make your way to bed.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\"Good night Joe\" you hear a voice call to you.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eIt's just a reflection you tell yourself. It's just a reflection.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003e\"Just A Reflection\" is a series of black and white ink paintings by Brendan Huntley.\u003c\/p\u003e\n\u003cp class=\"p1\"\u003eBrendan Huntley, June 2008\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Rumorbooks","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":42840514265165,"sku":null,"price":99.0,"currency_code":"AUD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0551\/7882\/1709\/files\/IMG_7040_b0e66cfc-7c74-400d-88ea-42c22c21731f.jpg?v=1775196691","url":"https:\/\/rumorbooks.com\/products\/4sure2pleaz-thomas-stavnes-copy","provider":"Rumorbooks","version":"1.0","type":"link"}