The haphazard fruit arrangement. A still-life gone berserk. Pears and apples vying for some sort of attention as if there wasn't enough space for them in a canvas. But it's not about the pears, nor the apples.
Bananas. It's all about the bananas--really. Well, actually, it's about that one banana. Yes, the lone one: unattached. Was it once a part of the bunch? Did some precocious child break it off from the rest and then decide otherwise? Or is it pretending, instead, to be part of the bunch? Ever the outsider, desperate to fit in?
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