The print is one of my mother’s, by the artist Duncan Hannah, whose sister she got to know while living in America in the 70’s. I have always loved it. It brings a bit of something strange and glamorous, and very American (when at its best) to any group of objects. And I do like that the frame is chipped and scruffy, as it brings out the whiteness of the porcelain on my pineapple and my pear, and the blueness of the glaze on my little pots. All of them together, not chaos, but rather a serene mix of differences.