Encased beneath glass, a black sculpted hand rises from a bed of dried florals in soft blush, ivory, and muted lavender. Each finger is marked with delicate, symbolic detailing subtle, intentional, like something carved from memory rather than design.

Clustered around it, real butterflies rest mid-motion, their wings patterned with natural eye markings that feel almost aware. They draw you in without asking, suspended in a moment that feels both alive and still.

Curved bone elements weave through the arrangement, breaking up the softness just enough, adding contrast, tension, and a quiet edge that keeps the piece from ever feeling too sweet.

The composition is layered, textured, and a little haunting in the best way. Feminine, but not fragile. Soft, but not passive. Zadie feels like protection, intuition, and a hint of “don’t get too close” all at once.