About the work

The beetle found its way in through a hairline crack in the window of a forgotten room. It had been traveling for days, a small iridescent speck against the vast, indifferent mountain. Perhaps it was drawn by the pale hum of the fluorescent tube, a distant echo of the tropical sun it had left behind. It paused on the cool, unforgiving concrete, its tiny legs navigating the rough terrain, a living jewel out of place. It’s here, now, in this sterile chill, and it will die before it sees another dawn.