Five Things Left on the Mantel

A miniature, a dried sprig of rosemary, a brass key, a book of sermons, and a glove without its pair: the small inventory of a life is rarely orderly.

Marianne Selwyn paints these domestic remnants as though each had been entrusted with a secret. The objects are ordinary; their patience is not.

To notice what has been left behind is to begin reading the room.