Oily rags are tenuously tacked onto a red gingham tablecloth. The rich pattern is broken apart, stretched beyond the cheap vinyl’s flexibility. Plucking at the edges are arbitrarily cut canvas figures. Facing one another yet without any identifying features besides the suggestion of an orifice in which spaghetti-yellow yarn binds them to one another. Is this linking thread of a shared meal between the two s u p p o r t i v e ?

Or are those Lady/Tramp figurines imbued with tension?