This drawing began as a confrontation.

A skull partially buried beneath what appears to be organic mass — but not life. Not renewal. The surface is dense, compacted, suffocating. What should nourish the earth instead becomes a layer that entombs it.

In this piece, I explore how our hunger for short-term gain shapes the world we are quietly creating. The forms rise from both beauty and decay — a surreal reminder that the consequences of our choices are not distant. They are already here.

I call it Cow Shit not to provoke for the sake of shock, but because I believe we are burying ourselves beneath the consequences of our own systems. The bio-industry, mass production, political hesitation, climate denial — they accumulate like waste. What was once part of a natural cycle has been industrialised beyond balance.

The skull is not an accusation aimed at one group.

It is a mirror.

It suggests a future where the line between fertiliser and contamination has disappeared. Where nitrogen, methane and excess no longer feed growth, but slowly suffocate it. The grass that still rises is fragile — a quiet reminder that nature continues to resist, even under pressure.

Technically, the work is executed in graphite, allowing subtle tonal shifts between weight and fragility. The square format (30 × 30 cm) reinforces the sense of containment — as if the system depicted has no escape.