Description
This apple isn’t meant to be eaten. It’s meant to be questioned, remembered. It’s the temptation of the 21st century — and this time, the serpent is content.
You look at it — red, glossy, perfect. Like something filtered for Instagram. But someone has already taken a bite. And in that bite lies the whole world: headlines, blurry faces, scandals, likes, and logos — chewed up and recycled.
This is no fruit of Eden — it’s the fruit of your newsfeed.
“The whole world is still surreal,” whispers a scrap of text.
Now, the surrealism comes from TikTok and algorithms, not Dalí.
Each fragment is a flash: protest, fashion, politics, apathy. We call it “information.” But the artist shows the truth: we’re not consuming — we’re being consumed. Reality gnaws at us under the mask of the everyday.
A hand from an old ad reaches for something — but what? No answer. Just endless scrolling.
Beneath the skin of this apple lies emptiness and noise. Surface beauty hides a hollow core. The bite of knowledge feels like the bite of exhaustion.
But this isn’t surrender — it’s resistance.
The artist turns what breaks us into art.
You look — and you can’t unsee it.
You can’t scroll past.
That’s what art does.
It works.