Tina Bell Vance

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The Incomplete Collection

An antique wooden display case holds a macabre collection of pinned insects and delicate shells. Each square is a snapshot of nature’s quiet moments—a green caterpillar, a golden moth, a spiraled snail shell. The compartments are dark, dust settling in the corners like time itself had forgotten them. It’s a place where curiosity and unease mingle, where the ordinary is elevated to the extraordinary under the soft veil of decay.

Non-Series — The Incomplete Collection

An antique wooden display case holds a macabre collection of pinned insects and delicate shells. Each square is a snapshot of nature’s quiet moments—a green caterpillar, a golden moth, a spiraled snail shell. The compartments are dark, dust settling in the corners like time itself had forgotten them. It’s a place where curiosity and unease mingle, where the ordinary is elevated to the extraordinary under the soft veil of decay.