From inside a dark room in an art foundation looking out, the near-black surround taking half the frame and cut by all four edges. Inside it a wall of chalky pale pink plaster polished plaster glows, one hard diagonal shadow laid across it. A lit box soffit hangs overhead and reads warm from below. One tall opening at the far side with a city skyline and a single slender tower standing in it. Two figures sit in low chairs with their backs to the camera, small in the frame. The polished floor carries the light as one long smear. The fixture is the size of a piece of furniture — a lamp the width of the bed, a shade the width of the table. Clean, the surfaces smooth, the one optical event a soft halo around each lit source. Powerful and private, a room high up where things get decided quietly.