Around bananas, cigarettes, and lipstick. The world is full of desires and common symbols of comfort. The frog remains in its own little world — amidst the familiar, the safe, the recognizable.
The crown on its head is not about power, but about the fear of looking within.
The flowers next to it stretch beyond the edge of the black table, breaking boundaries — as a reminder: awakening is possible, all it takes is to dare to look down. Sometimes it’s in the reflection that the true self is hidden.