

Centered like an offering, the roasted bird sits atop a whirlpool of pale, dismembered bodies that read as both garnish and crowdβhuman forms reduced to pattern, appetite, and background noise. The severe symmetry of fork and knife turns the blank field into a tribunal of manners, while the tight circular plate becomes a contained cosmos where consumption masquerades as order. Warm, tactile browns of the carcass are amplified by the cool, powdery pastels beneath, staging a moral chiaroscuro: what is cherished and βrealβ is rendered lush, while what is sacrificed is bleached into anonymity. In this quiet, clinical stillness, the work frames hunger not merely as physical need but as a social mechanism that normalizes erasure through ritual and taste.







