Battus Philenor

Butterflies everywhere. Two of them hang on to the faces of my characters and shadow their sight. Love is blind and full of hope. Love is fragranced like a flower’s nectar (butterflies of the battus philenor species feed only on flower nectar). It’s about a fresh, young relationship as the atmosphere is yet cold. Everything that happens is still uncertain and precarious. Defying this atmosphere, the window is wide open to the outside, denoting hope and desire. They both look delighted through the window, yet with a little uncertainty. The tree enters the room against the laws of perspective. One can’t fight destiny. When they reach maturity, the battus philenor butterflies are poisonous to defend against predators. Thus they protect all the species around them as predatory birds avoid them. These little flying symbols of protection are a delicate shield, watching over the love.

[in private collection]