A poem of Cavafy reveals the poet in old age lighting a single candle, its soft light creating the "fitting" atmosphere to bring on the ghosts of his past love life. He sits in the candlelight and waits for them to come. In my painting (60 x 70 cms, mixed media 2005) there are several candles and their reflections because I got carried away with them as objects. The space has exterior-interior ambiguity but I feel it in fact to be an interior I knew well and the red coverlet and the table also making regular appearances in my compositions of that time. Tomorrow the sister work..