In Can You Believe Some People In This Country Don’t Eat On Purpose? (2023), a lion has come round for dinner. One of the men sitting next to him raises a quizzical boomerang of an eyebrow, as if daring you to find this symbolic. The scene is blue except for the lion’s yellow eyes and a red pomegranate cut in half to reveal white pith in the shape of a peace sign.
Pomegranates turn to peppers and red mountains and chechia hats. Peace feels fleeting. The works are somehow both diaristic and dreamlike, too faux-naive to be nightmares. Another night, maybe. In one scene, star-shaped autumn leaves roll across the streets like a consortium of crabs invading. They whisper, Shhh, something’s coming.
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