I pondered the title of this art piece for a while. I didn't know what to call him. A buff guy, all mossy and jagged as a mountain, with an endless supply of the clearest, untainted water and impossibly blue eyes? A monstrous jaw with snapping turtle vibes, an impossibly sharp chin? This is a mix of a lot of things I normally wouldn't consider putting together. Regardless, here we are. He is nature, and he is breathing. I'd like to think that he'd been existing since the dawn of plants coming onto the soil above sea level, and he roams the land, recycling the dead into living. Exactly how wouldn't be so gracious, as he would eat those remains... But nature isn't exactly apologetic for its own lacking in grace most often, right? It would be wrong to think of it mildly, with a perfect filter.