About the art Suite

Evolution is constant. Now humankid has appropriated the room means for everyone. Like an invasive species spreading in all conceivable dimensions, we exploit, animals and nature, as if every earthly thing exists solely for the benefit of the human race, as if resources were boundless.

Someone ordered room service. They had plent already, so they wanted even more. But the service, when delivered, isn't what was expected. A band of monkeys tug at the tapestries of the existing order. A prehistoric dinosaur rumbles through the wall. They crash the part in the luxurious parlor where man has revealed as if there's no tomorrow. They disrupt the bloated state of humankind's abundance.

Room Service dethrones humankind from its self assumed superior role. We are made of the same stuff that once were the stuff of dinosaurs, and the waters of the oceans, rivers lakes are forever in motion, forever the same.