Sentimental Venture of Time,

Decaying Flesh

Leaving the Petrified Core Vessel

As Evidence of Being
 

The legs splayed, impaled by the reclining rid cage, a vessel, empty yet the center piece for an enigmatic narrative: the conflict between the sentiment of romantic flesh, alive and the image of what remains when all viable flesh has decomposed.  This is intentionally dark, forensic with symbols of aging matter, the vegetation rotting contradicting the lace suggesting innocence past and abandoned.