A bug egg suspended in a hand-mixed supernova — the potential of a life, and the burst of energy that starts one.
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Visual Art Series · 2025-2026
Eight works that use insect life — its instinct, repetition, and survival — as a mirror for human growth: emergence, curiosity, structure, and the pressure to conform.
Artist's Note
Insects live inside small, overlooked systems of instinct, repetition, survival, and transformation. I began using them as a way to examine how our own experience of the world changes throughout life—from birth and childhood curiosity to social pressure, relationships, and the mind itself.
Rather than tell a linear story, each work focuses on an emotional, physical, or psychological experience. The insect is chosen not simply for how it looks, but for what its biology can reveal, helping make the hidden strangeness and depth of ordinary human experiences visible.
"I explored how I could use insects to demonstrate how our experience of the world evolves throughout life."
— Euladora Rose
The Arc
Rather than illustrate a literal life story, the eight works move between moments that felt significant: discovering the world, entering structured environments, feeling pressure to conform, forming relationships, and learning that identity keeps changing. Read top to bottom, they trace one loose arc — emergence, discovery, structure, connection.
The series opens before form has fully arrived — a supernova becomes an egg, an egg becomes a nursery of hatching bugs. Both pieces sit inside the strangeness of showing up somewhere unfamiliar for the first time.
A bug egg suspended in a hand-mixed supernova — the potential of a life, and the burst of energy that starts one.
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Bug-egg infants hatch in a colorless 1920s nursery, built from cut vintage prints of homes, anatomy, and advertisements.
View Piece →Curiosity takes the lead. A storybook castle and an impossibly large caterpillar picture childhood as an act of invention — bold, naive, not yet aware of the edges the world will eventually draw.
A storybook page of dragons and a single dragonfly — the reader who "flies in" and becomes what they read.
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An oversized caterpillar climbs a mechanical, circuit-board city — the fearlessness of a mind not yet flattened by reality.
View Piece →Institutions close in. A roly-poly curls into a hard shell inside a school locker; a single ant is pulled apart by the identical, hive-minded bodies dragging it toward sameness.
A roly-poly rolled tight inside a locker — the hard facade students build against bullying and academic pressure.
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Grey, identical ants pull one orange ant apart — a projected video overlay keeps the piece shifting between still and live.
View Piece →The last two works turn inward and outward at once — the difficulty of an infested, repetitive mind, and the risk of handing that mind to someone else, love letter first.
Wire centipedes, painted black, weave through a pink cardstock brain — negative thought loops that root in and won't leave.
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A carved anatomical heart, swarmed by paper butterflies carrying a handwritten love letter, pinned wing by wing.
View Piece →The series began primarily through painting, but as the ideas became more specific, the materials needed to change with them. I started incorporating found images, cardboard, electronics, wire, wood, and projection—choosing materials for what they could communicate rather than trying to keep the series visually uniform.
That shift made the work increasingly physical. Birth layers vintage advertisements and newspaper into its nursery; Exploration builds a city from discarded electronics and metal; Conformity extends beyond the canvas through projection; and Intrusive Thoughts turns centipedes into wire forms that sit directly on the surface. By Love, the work has become fully sculptural—a carved wooden heart surrounded by pinned paper butterflies.
In Closing
"The series became less about depicting an idea and more about building the idea into the object itself."
— Euladora Rose