Last Supper

Last Supper reimagines da Vinci’s sacred scene with a circle of nude women—bleeding, raw, and unapologetically alive—each posed in the mirrored gestures of Christ’s apostles. But at the center sits not Jesus, but Putin: his skull cracked open, his brain exposed, and Barbie dolls shooting out like shrapnel from a ruptured mind.

This is not a table of salvation, but of spectacle, invasion, and patriarchal decay. The bleeding women, stripped of shame, surround a false messiah—exposing power’s fragility and the grotesque distortion of leadership into godhood.

It’s the last supper of empire.

And the blood on the floor is real.