I wanted to ask a challenging question far away from the experimental science. I imagined what the trees could dream in their quiescent phase, their death: the winter break.
The plants dream of what they don’t have neither more nor less than us. I used butterflies to shape these dreams.
They represent awakening, heat, sun, spring, more than any other living being.
In these works the butterflies are not only the actresses of the dream but even the bearers of them.
This symbol of transformation and rebirth happens also at psychic level; their inconsistency embodies the ephemeral and the resurrection.
In China, the butterfly represents both the young felt in love for the female (the flower) and the loved female dead while rises from the grave as butterfly.
While it shows the soul leaves the body after death, it is also the breath that gives life.
