The music of two tabs open at once, neon underpaint bleeding through the surface, an exposed wall nobody bothered to cover. What if opposites aren’t kept apart, but folded into one another until the seam itself becomes the subject? The work stacks rather than resolves, piling the lush onto the wrong and trusting the friction to hold.

The result is a chimera, an image built from titillating pairings: her*in and cheesecake, the sweet pressed flat against the sour until neither can be parsed alone. This is the side of excess over editing where each piece arrives as a single creature stitched from incompatible appetites. Not a contradiction to be solved, but one to be savored.