The image of the encounter between the wooden man and the butterfly captures a delicate, almost sacred moment: the moment when the neutrality of the human skeleton touches the light soul of transformation. The wooden model, timeless and without identity, functions as a universal mirror. It is not someone; it is everyone. Its simplicity allows the viewer to project onto it their own emotions, to recognize their own vulnerability, to stand for a moment naked of roles and stories. In abstraction, this body becomes paradoxically alive, as if breathing with the honesty of “I am as I am.”

Opposite it, the butterfly carries all its symbolic power: the promise of change, the beauty born from dark cocoons, the freedom gained after inner work. It is fragile and at the same time resilient, a reminder that sensitivity is not weakness but a source of strength. Her presence on the little man’s raised hand is like an invitation: to allow ourselves to be transformed.

And between the two, Happiness emerges — the accidental, yet deeply meaningful encounter that can change something within us. As in the therapeutic relationship, here too, the encounter is not just contact. It is space. It is listening. It is the moment when two beings truly meet and create something new: a small, quiet beginning of inner change.