Exit Vectors: Rooted In Ruin

Prompt: A herbarium page where pressed flowers are actually flattened ribcages, stems are spinal columns, and roots are tangled nerves. Creative Process: Death walked through my garden last night. not with a scythe, but with seeds of hollyhocks and memories of vertebrae. the flowers grew around the exposed spine like devoted mourners, their petals catching the last light of a dying sun. i wanted to capture that moment when beauty and decay become indistinguishable, when the garden refuses to choose between life and death. this piece emerged from a fever dream about natural history museums where the specimens come alive at night, growing wild and free among the specimen cards and formal labels..