dinner is on the table. everything is served. black and white, making it clear. a table for one is for someone alone. a lonely man always serves himself everything he has. he can try to choose only the best, but in the end, there is always something with an expired date. something we didn't throw away for guilt, hope, or shame. we gotta eat what we serve. nobody gets off the table before the plate is empty. there is no one else to clean after us. silence. bon appétit. this is TABLE FOR ONE.

Incubator Gallery/ Zagreb
curator Martina Kontošić