‘When gourmandism turns into gluttony, voracity, or perversion, it loses its name, its attributes, and all of its meaning, and becomes fit subject for the moralist….’

---Jean-Antheleme Brillat-Savarin, The Physiology of Taste (1825)

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I grew up a tomboy. Upon adolescence, I approached my newfound femininity and sexuality with this sporty gusto. Relationships, hairdos, food, sex—everything was a game, a contest, something to push on. This piece was created to evoke the overwhelmingly sweet smell of icing at a party or perhaps a flower shop on a hot day. Everything seems all right at first, upon closer inspection, my girls act out the consequences of overindulgence.