The Final Metamorphosis - Print -

Some works are born from a landscape. Others are born from a pain that cannot be named.

A tree. A chrysalis. A moment suspended between what we were and what we are becoming.

She is not yet a butterfly. She is no longer what she was.

This painting was born for my grandmother. For her memories, which faded one by one. For this inner world that slowly, silently, went out.

The chrysalis does not choose its metamorphosis. It goes through it.

And then one day, it flies away.

Free. Finally free. Free from this body that had trapped her. Free from all that she could no longer bear.

The final metamorphosis is for her. For her flight.

This print allows to keep a trace of this work in the form of a print.

signed WeeSBEN.ﺱ

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