In Collins' piece, a colorful, life-size feast of ceramic food sits atop a table draped with an elegant cloth. You'll be startled when you realize the protein in these entrees comes from human organs. Yow, it's a feast fit for Hannibal Lecter! There's Stomach à l'orange with Sliced Beets and Green Beans. Lungs with Shell Pasta. Spleen with Yellow Squash.
It's gleefully grotesque, but the piece is more than a gross-out stunt. Collins has ignored the sexual connotation of "sensual" and focused on the word's more neutral meaning of body over mind. Her Biopsy Banquet shows our bodies don't look any different from the other animals -- especially when chopped into pieces and wrapped in a tortilla. (See the Gall Bladder Spicy Wraps.) Despite our allegedly superior intellect, we're just meat.