Hunger’s dull ache converges spectacle, lust, and rich, loamy soil underfoot inside the black box at Vox Populi. Branches laden with glistening meat leaves. Golden corn spills. Overflowing baskets falling like offerings.

Wine drips from suspended sacks. A promise punctured.

Sirens echo invitations to revelry and ecstatic touch and honey pulses, pumped like sweet venom. Stung by the thrill of transformation. Initiators and activators indistinct from spectators dance in rhythm overtop of a thousand pounds of dirt. Overtop black-painted hardwood floors. A sweeping crescent. A whirlwhind celebration of autumn’s bounty in apotheosis.

Collaborative Activations by Soleil x Masina x Emil x Jolie x Matea x Daniil