Artist's commentary
"...Bon appetit."
I drink the mayonnaise soup Polka made.
It's delicious... but I feel a strange sense of unease.
Mayonnaise is something you drink.
That's common sense. No mistake.
But, there's something strange.
She whispers quietly,
"If only there were miso..."
"Miso"?
What on earth could "miso" possibly be.