About the work

The duck arrived in a small cardboard box with other office paraphernalia, ordered by someone who thought a new kitchen needed a little whimsy. It was unpacked by a junior project manager, barely out of university, who felt a slight pang of embarrassment. She placed it on the plates because they were the only clear surface not yet cluttered, a temporary home. She couldn’t bring herself to put it in the sink, or near the kettle, where it might actually be useful. It has never once been used to wash dishes, nor has it ever left that spot on the plates. No one can remember who ordered it.