The side plate called Under a rock is about the buzzing intensity of the forest floor. Over the summer I looked closely at the ground underneath a plum tree and found that it was not at all quiet or calm, but bustling with spiders, slugs, ants, and caterpillars. This moment made me reflect on how nothing in this world really is still, there is always movement and life. The butterfly in the middle is a metaphor for the cycle of life and transformation, as caterpillars go through chrysalis to become butterflies.