In the Beginning… There Was IKEA

This series serves as both liturgy and lamentation: a pseudo-sacred archive of late capitalist consciousness, whispered through the fluorescent glow of an IKEA showroom. Drawing from the viral sermons of Scott Seiss, patron saint of passive aggression in polyester vests, these portraits canonize the soul’s quiet disintegration inside a corporate maze of SKÅRGNÄ, MEATBALLS, and unearned cheerfulness. Each expression, each captioned phrase, is an invocation; a brutal hymn for the performative laborer. This is postmodern martyrdom with a laminated smile. This is apocalyptic humor from Aisle 7B. This is Fauxpamine.