ƧӨFƬ ΣЯЯӨЯ: Field of ketchup slaves

Tomatoes are watching you. They see you scrolling at 3am. They hear your fridge door creak. They know your secrets, your crush, your shame. You thought tomatoes were food—wrong. They are surveillance. They are the panopticon in salad form. Red eyes, endless gaze, supermarket gods.

Medium: Video art, Made with AI tools. Dimensions: 3840 × 2160 px (4K) Time: 00:56m 2025