“I immerse the original picture in the murky liquid of a nightmare, in which many blue butterflies rest on the girl's face, distorting her features with the beat of their wings. The eternal fixity, the intact beauty of a classic portrait becomes the carrier of the ephemeral and fragile nature of contemporary identity. My irrational phobia of butterflies is here exorcised in a sort of liberating rite.” - Francesca Fini.