Vol. 4: Back of the Kitchen
“Lobster and Shrimp on My Plate, I Need My Pockets So Fat They Inflate”
In this fourth chapter,
@0.1134_robin and I transform the gallery into the back of a restaurant kitchen ,the place where the lobster loses its symbolic value and becomes labour, repetition, and product.
The exhibition examines systems of consumption, migration, value, and transformation through sculpture, painting, porcelain, aluminium, marble, and found materials. The works reflect on how meaning changes through context and material, while drawing parallels between the structures of hospitality and the art world itself.
Back of the kitchen where borders get crossed,
Plates full of dreams but you pay with a cost,
Accent still heavy, I carry my name,
From somewhere behind me, still chasing the flame.
Visa on thin ice, hours go late,
Double shift pressure, I’m bending the weight,
From dish pit to grill, now I’m calling the pace,
Still smell like the struggle, can’t wash it away.
Horeca nights, yeah the city don’t sleep,
Tips in my pocket but the hunger runs deep,
Manager shouting, “Table 4 wait,”
I’m cooking up futures while cleaning my plate.
Long roads behind me, still miles to go,
From back of the kitchen to front of the show,
Hands got the scars but they shaping the gold,
Every late service turning pain into flow.
The exhibition is now open and can be seen until 21.06.2026. at
@durstbrittmayhew
Video edit:
@marrtintricks
Cello:
@iammagdalenapetrovich
Additional sound design:
@northatticsounds 
