At the core of this project was a simple but powerful observation: At a techno party, a table of fruit stood as both a generous offering and an absurd ritual.

From this came the seed of the idea:

Begin with a pristine, sculptural arrangement of fruit — presented like a Caravaggio still life.

Over time, the fruit is eaten, crushed, scattered — until what remains is a scene of poetic destruction.

The table becomes an allegory for people in nightlife:

The intent was never heavy-handed or tragic — instead, it embraces beauty, humor, and melancholy in equal measure, much like the deadpan surrealism of Yorgos Lanthimos.