The Juniper Tree: A Song from the Dead

Hyperrealistic, photorealistic macrophotography of the resurrected crimson bird, its head and breast filling almost the entire canvas. Its beak opens in song, but the shadow cast behind it forms a screaming human boy. Each sharply defined feather contains a seamless double exposure of the cottage’s darkest secrets: a closing chest, a steaming pot, a girl gathering a white bundle beneath the tree. A tiny gold chain hangs from its claws. One cold catchlight burns in its black eye. Wet feathers, drifting soot, deep burgundy plumage against absolute black, harsh directional light, exquisite realism, beautiful and profoundly sinister.