About the work

A closer look.

You tell me the dish that failed: what it was meant to be, what it did instead, and the one detail you cannot get out of your head. I write it an original dark-cabaret song, about three minutes, and paint the dish as it actually ended up. You get both as files you keep. Made from a real bake. I cook the thing before I sing it, so the song knows what burnt smells like. Before you order: send me the dish and I answer with the title and the first line, free. If the line misses the dish, do not order. One revision included. Five days.