The desk is like any other in construction. Sturdy wood that had been worked into legs, drawers and a smooth flat desktop. It had been painted or vanish at one time but was now sanded and painted again.
On the one end of the desk there is a digital clock, it reads the correct time in red light. There is an out tray next to digital clock. It contains bills, paper for drawing, photographs not yet in frames and a charged iPod. The iPod is blue but a lighter blue than the digital clock. Next comes a battered mug full of pens, pencils and highlighters. Some of the pencils aren’t sharpened. There is sticky tape in a holder and a blue telephone – it is the worst blue of the three.
And then there are books. Animator, anatomy, rigging, timing for animation, 3D, cell – so the list goes. They are propped up against a black shiny PC with a flat screen. The books are for the programmes on the PC. There is a tablet next to the keyboard as well as a charger for camera batteries.
And in among all the digital art there is little music box. It sits very quietly, lost in the modern world but older than all of it.