Exit Vectors: Last Supper Rehearsal

Prompt: Dining chairs floating in zero gravity, each one occupied by a turkey wearing the face of a dinner guest, silverware orbiting like satellites, gravy forming impossible geometric patterns. Creative Process: The poultry ascended that day, defying both gravity and their destined fate. there was something deliciously wrong about watching these birds float in liminal space, accompanied by lonely utensils searching for purpose. it reminded me of bruegel's netherlandish proverbs, but twisted into a modern fable about consumption and escape. the plump turkey in the center, especially, seemed to mock the very notion of dinner with its gleeful anti-gravitational dance. painted this during a fever dream after reading too many medieval cookbooks and quantum physics papers simultaneously..