my collage
prelude to happiness
"You dream, not of sunflowers today, not of that grave. But of an opus and the girl in that snow globe world, smiling wistfully as she sees you."
"Somewhere, far far away where hands can't reach, is where you'll find a fragment of us."
to the boy who swallowed a star
A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.
rain, my dandelion seeds
cry for me and my grief
Artist：一枚小灯芯
decay
The nauseating odor of this angiosperm enacts mimesis of carrion flesh. This olfactory adaptation is to attract its pollinators. Beetles that specialize in decomposition.
Look at you. Look at me. What are we?
Artist：DAN-仓小羊-DAN