Collage from a series of images depicting the interior space of my folly. The image shows guests dining on the ground floor with bread and wine. The absurdity of it is the wine dripping from a centre piece, whereby the building itself almost becomes the cutlery for the meal. The interior is cast metal, reflecting light coming in from the west. The walls reflect light similarly to the cutlery cabinets in the Portland dining halls, representing status and wealth.