A group has gathered beneath an arch of bread rolls to attend mass at the pawilon. In the absence of church infrastructure, the religious population of Wola Duchacka gathers at the supermarket. Individual specks of medical tape gather into long lines, crowds moving in a pilgrimage, through the social housing landscape towards the site of daily bread. The form of the work echoes this conflation between physical and spiritual nourishment: the triptych, which is steeped in religious art history, is made from the corrugated steel used in supermarket cold rooms; the panels click together like a magnetic fridge door.