In this surreal suburban crucible, Hannah fuses high drama with home décor and mythic violence with mass-market upholstery. A Cauldron for the Truth of Consequences drops Judith Slaying Holofernes into the floral heart of a middle-class living room... framed by illusion paper and soft-lit lamps. Judith’s blade slices through more than flesh, it cuts through tradition, denial, and the carefully curated comforts of a world that prefers its women sweet and silent.

At the center of the room, a glistening cherry pie floats midair, a symbol of Americana reimagined as sacrificial cauldron. It bubbles beneath the beheading like a cursed offering... a domestic spell cast in sugar and blood.

Below, a nude woman lies sprawled across the floor, her body quite literally consumed by the furniture around her... unnoticed, unacknowledged, but very much present. And beneath her legs, from deep under the floorboards, lurks a figure borrowed from Salvador Dalí’s Gala and the Angelus of Millet Immediately Preceding the Arrival of the Conic Anamorphoses. In Dalí’s work, the figure peers through a doorway. Here, it becomes a silent witness to everything buried, everything forbidden, everything festering in the name of appearances.

This is where consequences simmer, where truth isn’t hidden in shadows, but staged in plain sight. Hannah serves it hot... and you will taste it whether you’re ready or not.