Pie with Love and Anger

“Hatred for nits, love for one’s neighbor
They mix the dough, their faces are the dough (mm)
When they bake I will eat a pie with love, anger
Love is more (No!)”

This pie is a compilation of the lyrics of the song “I’m Not Sleeping” by The Unsleeping and my perception of the visualisation of this “pie”.

I really love this band, and when I heard this song again today, I decided that today’s work would be related to it. I don’t remember when exactly I baked from yeast dough, so it was also my first experience with baking in many years. I found a recipe on the Internet, kneaded the dough and… created this.

That afternoon, I made the base for my pie. I completely understand how metal will behave in the dough, so in order for it to keep its shape, I had to make a “torture machine” (not least of myself, because I still had to do it).

I cut the base out of the same piece of wood that I used in previous works. It is already an element of creativity in itself. I drilled holes for the screws so they could pass through freely. I decided to paint the heart with a regular marker so that it wouldn’t stink in the oven with the smell of paint that would melt. I was a little scared that the resin would come out of the wood, but that didn’t happen.

I wanted to make the work look 100% natural. Without hammering nails or screwing screws into the finished product. So I had to cover the wood with the screws with dough. The dough didn’t fit very well, but it worked in my favour, because it didn’t swell enough to cover the screws. This is the same case when I’m about 95% satisfied with my work. I’d like it to be 100%. I don’t see any problems with the implementation

The song itself visualizes the human perception of war and how you try to adapt to the environment you live in.

“The wind noise has long become for everyone
The best song, the best song (mm)
And the dogs began to teach
The gorgons squeak on the street, the gorgons squeak (mm)
And for this, the spinal discs crunch into nits like fragments
Fly in – whistle (mm)
Record and play these sounds in enemy cities
Not horror, but a song (mm)

I sleep soundly at night, my head does not sleep
In my head a terrible shit – then I will clean it up
Then I will cut everything out, I will catch up with everything
Three times the strength of power. It is necessary – it will be applied!
I sleep soundly at night, my head does not sleep
In my head a terrible shit – then I will clean it up
Then I will cut everything out, I will catch up with everything
Three times the strength of power. It is necessary – it will be applied!”