I Call it "Cow 💩" - A Look into the Future

This drawing began as a confrontation.

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

I call it Cow Shit not to provoke for the sake of shock, but because I believe we are burying ourselves under 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 industrialized beyond balance.

The skull is not an accusation directed at one group.

It is a mirror.

It suggests a future where the line between fertilizer and contamination has disappeared. Where nitrogen, methane and excess become part of a slow suffocation rather than growth. The grass that still rises is fragile — a quiet reminder that nature attempts to reclaim space even in hostile conditions.