"Sculpted by vanity, not nature."

The ideal form was no longer defined by health or function but by a fleeting human vanity. Animals were reshaped, their very bodies redesigned to satisfy an arbitrary idea of beauty.

Their lineages were meticulously curated to achieve a specific look, often at the hidden cost of lifelong suffering. Many lived in pain from birth, their forms sculpted to please the eye rather than to serve their nature.

The tragedy was that they never knew a different existence. They accepted their pain as normal, their limited lives as the only possibility. Their world was one of labored breaths, fragile joints, and constant discomfort from the very beginning.

People called it cute—even love—but it revealed something deeper: a growing disconnection from the living world.

The artwork portrayed the pure spirit of these animals trapped within a body that was a monument to human vanity.