People rarely feature in Caulfield's interiors; but psycho-dramas can be intuited through his elemental choreography of objects. There's a Teflon toughness to every surface, regardless of whether he's painting a tabletop or a bunch of grapes. Different forms abut each other like tectonic plates - Fruit Display (1996) sets up visual collisions that are redolent of Caravaggio.
These paintings are far from being emotionally dead. What they try to capture, in their sterile opulence, is that awful feeling of being famished at a feast.
Patrick Caulfield, Hayward Gallery, London SE1 (0171-960 4242) Thur to 11 Apr