An eagle, reflective of the United States, feasts on the limp body of a man—its beak buried deep, its hunger relentless. Shanes reimagines the Promethean myth not as sacrifice for human progress, but as a grim cycle of imperial consumption. The body lies exposed, cruciform, mechanical, ruptured—caught in the machinery of domination.
All around, symbols of modernity orbit like space junk: highways, homes, the architecture of comfort and control. The canvas crackles with violent color and unbearable stillness, suggesting that this moment—this devouring—is not past, but eternal.