Nothing’s more misleading than soup! A mixture of disparate elements that, crushed, cooked and simmered, become unrecognizable; one can rarely guess the ingredients that went into it... It’s one of the most ambiguous and secretive of foods. That goes for its effects, too: it can nourish and warm, but also nauseate and burn.
Marie, a seamstress by trade, fed Bernard, the son she never wanted, of her bitterness —  a soup in which suffering and anger fought it out for first place. The young mother surely added a pinch of love during the cooking… but that only made it lumpy. Even after all these years, even with the best of intentions, there’s something rotten in the broth.
Although the soup stuck in his craw, Bernard tried to thank Marie by being perfect. And by becoming her savior. He, the child unwillingly torn from nothingness, tries to redeem himself by serving survival, working in the Emergency Room at the Hospital. His effort will be badly rewarded, and will drive the young man gradually towards madness.
Besides, Bernard probably wasn’t thinking of all that when he stuck his mother’s head in the family soup tureen... Random act or a survival mechanism, either way, there was no better place for the magma of his feelings.

The Soup Tureen, a piece of pure fiction, proposes a stroll through the mysterious bubble where mothers and sons sometimes live.