When heavy rains disrupted our pbase shoot-around in Singapore, we headed for cover in the city’s stylish library. We found one room, probably a lounge or display area, that had only one occupant – a man working on his laptop at the very end of a long row of upholstered stools. By taking the seat at the far end of the room, he makes the image work as a series of rhythmically repeating shapes. Three major patterns emerge, the interlocking boards of the polished bare floor, the round stools, softly illuminated by window light, and the row of wet windows itself. All three patterns sweep the eye down to the man at the very end of the room. If he were any further from us, he would be out that door, which gives the exit sign over it an extra touch of meaning. He leans over his laptop, unaware of the power of the patterns that lead our eyes to him. His relatively small size also creates a scale incongruity – all of those empty stools, with just one of them in use.