The picture does no justice to the detail nor the size – it’s 24x24, but you can get a larger look by clicking on the picture itself - but it tells a story that I think is still being told in my day to day life, that isn’t resolved, and maybe that is why I am not sure what to call this piece. (Though Chris Mundell suggested, “Damn Butterfly’s ate my couch!”)
All said, I can’t help but be disturbed every time I look at it, because it reminds me that there are beautiful things in my darkest parts fighting to get free, and it is sometimes a result of those darkest parts that the most beautiful things, the gentle things have their birth.
Or maybe I just fear Butterflies will really eat my couch....if I owned one.
PS - I did NOT know that Damien Hirst had already done something similar, and frankly, better, when I painted this. It just happened that way:)