Room II
The Haiku
Seventeen syllables at a time, written by people who should have been eating.
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Ode to
Shwarma
An exhibition of meat, bread and sauce, hung with the seriousness it has always deserved. Please do not touch the art. Please eat the art.
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No. 01
The First Bite
Laffa, tahini, amba, one wrist. Mixed media, 2026.
“When in doubt,
choose
Shwarma.”
Curator's Note
Some art hangs on walls. This art drips down your arm.
Shwarma has never asked to be taken seriously. It turns quietly on its spit, gets shaved into warm bread, and goes out into the world to ruin shirts. We think that deserves a gallery. Here you'll find the haiku it inspired and the sauces that made it famous, lit the way museums light the things they want you to respect.
Haiku No. 00 · On the Spit
It turns and it turns,
a slow bronze planet of meat.
I orbit, hungry.
The Spit
Lamb fat, turkey, cumin, time. Rotating, ongoing.
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Room III
The Sauces
Tahini, amba, schug and toum. Four media, one canvas, and the canvas is your shirt.
Enter Room IIIRoom IV
The Haiku Machine
Commission a haiku of your own. Choose the sauce, the plate and the aftermath, and the machine composes an original, framed and numbered.
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