A deer skull hovers in an unnatural way, defying gravity, resisting release. A living plant tightens around it with deliberate slowness, a preservation that borders on violence. Life does not oppose death here, it feeds on it.
Blue butterflies drift around the remains, a disturbing beauty, a slightly intrusive presence. They do not come to symbolize hope but to bear witness, a reminder that nothing ever truly disappears but lingers with us.
The painting resides in a place where the living refuse to let the dead fade, driven by a dark urge to keep them present, exposed, preserved, and anchored within life itself.