This piece feels like a portal between decay and creation — death not as an ending, but as a doorway.

A fractured skull floats in the cosmos, crowned by a cracked, burning clock — time splitting open at the mind. From the hollowed jaw emerges a living island: red-capped mushrooms, moss, trees, and dripping earth suspended in space. It’s as if consciousness itself has broken apart, revealing that something wild and fertile grows inside what once seemed empty.

The contrast between bone and bloom, void and forest, collapse and rebirth speaks to cycles — the way endings compost into beginnings. Even in darkness, even in fracture, life insists.

Set inside an aged frame against weathered wood and cobwebs, the piece feels like an artifact discovered in an abandoned place… a relic of memory, time, and transformation.

A meditation on mortality.
A dreamscape of regeneration.
A skull dreaming of forests.

https://youtu.be/tHnA94-hTC8?si=4XGzoxfyrJ0jWQ8Q

Bumpin to this.

Watch with sound on. lol
https://x.com/itsme_urstruly/status/2028515388556972054

Personality quiz's are an absolute joke and people who believe in them are stupid!
https://www.youtube.com/shorts/DjueJ_U-2Sg