Daniel Taye grew up in Ethiopia during very difficult times. He injects emotion and feeling into obvious objects in such a way that we question their identity. In Bed 8 we see a stark metal bed covered by a white sheet with a bare black light bulb hanging over it – the bare necessities. Bed 12 looks a little more comfortable, but the person in it (?) with his head on the bars seems ill at ease to say the least. What is comfort? Perhaps the newspaper shadow behind tells the story?