In There Is No Honey, Hannah constructs a disquieting tableau where time, fragmentation, and desire collide. Gothic architecture looms in the background, while illusion paper tendrils (an extension of Hannah herself) snake through the scene, commanding attention. An escalator ascends from a molten underworld, carrying a surreal, Svanberg-collaged figure whose body is split at the waist, its top half floating slightly to the right, severed yet eerily intact.

The figure’s face is a clock, marking the relentless passage of time, while her right hand delicately holds a blade, an emblem of power and destruction. Resting in repose upon a crab that has made its home on the lower half of the figure’s body is another woman, her posture evoking ecstasy and vulnerability. The crab, often symbolizing protection and emotional depth, becomes an unsettling foundation for this fragmented being.

Hannah’s work here challenges the viewer to confront the commodification of time, femininity, and labor. The title There Is No Honey… underscores a world stripped of sweetness and abundance, where the pursuit of meaning is often fractured and fleeting. Like much of Hannah’s oeuvre, the piece stands as a visual protest against patriarchal constraints while offering a glimpse into the fragile beauty that persists amidst the chaos.