Blood Artocarpus Altilis


A Halloween inspired work created using the Artocarpus Altilis leaf or otherwise known as the breadfruit leaf. An old leaf found under an in-season breadfruit tree and used as the basis of my blood art. Finding inspiration in the lush fields of the Caribbean island of Barbados.




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