Artwork description:

We lived in a small wooden house in a village.
At night I heard a strange sound and went outside to see what's going on.
There were millions of butterflies.
They were everywhere. They sit on face and body. There were so much of them, that sometimes it was hard to breath.
When I came out in the morning, they were all dead. All the world was covered with corpses of dead butterflies.
So beautiful and so elusive.
Do you see miracles when you are a grown up. Or they happen somewhere outside your habitat?

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Print on canvas

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