An orange, resting on a hill. At first, the absurdity was plain. A piece of fruit elevated as if it were a sun. Yet in that absurdity lay the weight of metaphor.
The Fruits of Your Labor was about patience and arrival. The orange was no longer fruit but culmination: the object that carries within it the story of seasons, growth, and care. By placing it against the horizon, the collective made it monumental.
In this work the lesson was simple. What seems ordinary becomes extraordinary when recognized as the fruit of unseen labor. Even an orange, with the right placement, could be proof of persistence.