Endless Feast

A white table, immaculate and celebratory. Glasses arranged with meticulous care. Everything stands precisely in place, prepared for a gathering. Yet the glasses hold neither wine nor water, but laundry detergent. The work asks whether ritual can be found within domestic labor, blurring the boundaries between the sacred and the everyday, between celebration and burden. It reflects on the tension between one of the most ordinary household tasks—doing the laundry—and the way it is imbued with an almost ceremonial presence. Repeated endlessly, the act is never merely repetitive; it returns again and again as though it were being performed for the very first time.