Dinner at Plexi’s

After stepping into the clear Plexiglas cube and turning to close the door of this glittering, chic restaurant, the viewer is greeted by the cheerful reflections of the neon sign “Plexi’s”. However, now enclosed in the cube, they are both surrounded on four sides, but also separated from nipples, and cannot feel the supple, symbol of nourishment. To their left are a transparent table and two chairs. The desiccated remains of the dinner for two remains on their plates and with closer examination, it is apparent that small remains of the diners are encased in the “cabinet” chairs. Like the viewer , the couple was denied touch, engaged in only muffled conversation, had no intimacy, and this is their funerary dinner.