Like many authors, during the pandemic I found myself in isolation alone with my feelings. And I realised that if I lost control of them, they would literally eat me up from the inside. This project was my reaction to the situation in which I found myself and the same time — my way of manage it.
The butterfly is a universal symbol of the immortality of the soul, feelings and emotions. But if we take a closer look at it, we will see furry monster with wings covered by scales. We eat ourselves with emotions, first losing a piece of wings, then — the head, and so on, until there’s only a ghostly imprint left of the feelings.