This miniature painting opens a new cycle of my paintings made in an experimental technique for me, building a relief painting. In this work, I tried to depict the imprint of a butterfly wing on the bark of a tree. Like a memory of something very tender, fragile and vulnerable on a hard and bumpy surface, as if, my trace in life, what memory will remain after me? A tiny gleam on the bark that can only be seen under a microscope, or a bright fireball that many will see? Will they remember me? Does it matter to me? I don’t know, most likely I live like this butterfly, simply because I don’t know how to live differently, and my paintings will remain after me, like this light trace of a wing on the bark.