In a golden desert scattered with eggs, the artist stands before his canvas. One egg lies cracked open, revealing a blooming daffodil — a symbol of rebirth, ego, and fragile beauty. On the easel, the image he paints is erupting with energy: flowers and flames burst from another egg, the act of creation literally breaking out of its shell. Here, the egg is muse, metaphor, and medium — a fragile origin, violently reimagined.