a picture, in the heart of the mushroom forest, where fungi grow tall and wild, an industrial behemoth rises from the earth. a 42 year old cutting machine operator, her face painted with a mix of dirt and machinery grease, stands atop this urban sculpture. the atmosphere is one of erosion, as if the very land itself is being worn away by time and neglect. the cutting machine operator holds aloft a miniature circus tent, its fabric torn and frayed like a ragged banner. at her feet, a rusted ferris wheel lies broken, its seats hanging limp and empty. the air is thick with the scent of decay and machinery oil as the operator's arms seem to defy gravity, holding the tent aloft like a trophy. urban art has taken center stage here, as vibrant colors and textures clash against the natural backdrop. graffiti style lettering crawls up the sides of the machine, proclaiming "circo de la muerte" in bold red and black letters. the overall effect is one of gritty beauty, as if the city's decay has given rise to a new form of organic art. in this strange, abandoned landscape, the cutting machine operator stands sentinel, guardian of a forgotten circus that refuses to die., folk art, a paper cutout, 3d flat layered paper shadow box