She seems to be exploring balance in her last few installations. There is enough of an angle there that the potato would fall out of the carton but for the pencil. I snapped a few just before Mom grabbed the potato. I put my camera away. You'd think I'd learn, right?
She wasn't done yet. She needed the potato as the final touch to another installation.
The dishtowel is the one I had used to strain the juice from the grapes. It started out white. I had rinsed it out, but hadn't washed it yet. I like how she has the red on one side, the blue on the other, and the shorter ones in back, sort of peeking out between the tall utensil and the carton.