As the golden rays of dawn filter through gossamer curtains, a Dali- esque melting clock on the wall signals the arrival of breakfast time, its warped numerals dripping onto a Mondrian- inspired checkerboard floor. A (famished figure:1. 2), rendered in Picasso's angular cubist style, hunches over a Van Gogh- esque swirling wooden table, their hollow stomach a cavernous void yearning to be filled. ( Steam rises:1. 1) from a surreal spread of Magritte- inspired floating fruit and Warhol- esque repetitive toast patterns, the aroma a tantalizing symphony that dances on the edge of reality. Soft- edged Monet brush strokes blend the boundaries between the hunger- induced hallucinations and the tangible feast before them. A Klimt- like shower of golden flakes cascades from an ornate ceiling. As the figure reaches for sustenance, their elongated Giacometti- styled fingers stretch across the canvas of this final daily repast, a poignant reminder that no more images will grace this day's palette
