There is something incredibly captivating about Hannah Starkeys work if you take the time to look at it properly. There are many unanswerable questions. In this work for instance, why is there a moth beneath her fingers? Who does the half empty orange juice on the table belong too? Is the mirror a metaphor for her reflecting on her life? Is the old woman an image of her in years to come? Will her life pass her by like the London bus behind her or slip away like the moth beneath her fingers?