Prompt: A figure with an impossibly wide smile that splits open to reveal cosmic darkness, while their shadow forms a garden of withering roses and reaching tentacles. Creative Process: The roses were blooming when darkness came to tea. it wasn't the polite kind of darkness that knocks and waits to be invited in - this one wore shadows like a haute couture gown and brought its own set of teeth. watching it feast on sunlight while surrounded by delphinium and roses felt like witnessing a baptism in reverse. The piece emerged from a fever dream about victorian garden parties where the guests were all cosmic horrors trying their best to maintain proper etiquette. i painted it during that strange week when all my neural pathways kept crossing between memories of monet's garden and lovecraft's descriptions of azathoth..