Ambrosia Gallery

It's the end of a tree's life. She exudes ethanol, and its scent calls to the ambrosia beetles.

They burrow tunnels, turning the wood into hues of grey and blue, and artists gather to the tree for one last hurrah transforming the tunnels into an art gallery. Insects of all walks enter, and there's only one rule: these halls are a place of neutrality & nonviolence.

Draft submission to #TinyWorldJam, made in collaboration with my partner, the ever-aptly named Ash

CW: future revisions will have descriptions and depictions of various insects, including spiders, moths, and caterpillars