A bowl of black liquid-looking material is in the center of the table. More black is spattered here and there like blood. Dried roses in apothecary jars reinforce the sense of a celebration interrupted by death. The large mirror extends the banquet table, and incorporates the viewer in its malignant vision. In contrast to Angle's elaborate but barren board, Jenni Desnouee's An Elegant Sufficiency hints at an ambiguous abundance.
Rusted springs suggest pasta and corroded spheres, meatballs.
In the oven, a tray of wavy strips looks like lasagna. The heavy, metal feast seems more good-humored than intended to make a profound statement. I imagine that Yoffredo could easily find buyers for his amusing Sconces, deep fryer baskets filled with twinkling lights. Oosterbaan made a drawing on the flat bottom of each loaf, but you can see it only reflected in a small mirror. Of course, that yummy smell will change to something more funky one of these days.