And the Monkeys Played On turns national pageantry into grotesque theater. Fireworks burst above the White House while costumed monkeys perform on its roof, transforming political power into circus spectacle. Below, a celebration unfolds on the front lawn, while rows of graves in the foreground interrupt the festivities and force the viewer to look at the dead before looking at the show.

The piece satirizes a culture that keeps performing patriotism while refusing to reckon with the cost of its own mythology. The party continues, the music plays, the fireworks explode overhead... and the bodies remain. In Honey’s hands, spectacle becomes indictment: a bright, absurd, and deeply uncomfortable portrait of a nation entertained by its own collapse.