Many of the cakes were made by Cig’s twelve-year-old daughter Scout, often impossibly precarious, decorated with wildly dripping abandon, even sent inexplicably floating on a river or into an inferno. These are confections gone wild, hinting at danger, decadence, and the ephemeral nature of beauty. all must navigate. It is at once a party and memento mori—a reminder to stop wasting time, agonizing over the past, and dreading the future. Cig is imploring us to embrace our one wild life with optimism while acknowledging its heartbreaks and complexities. Cig is an archeologist of the senses, for which she has an uncanny extrasensory perception. We lean in as all our senses are activated. She elevates the ordinary and knows exactly how to serve it forth. |