A lone figure moves through a graveyard already in collapse, as if the ending has been happening for longer than anyone noticed. Above her, the sky gives way - not to darkness, but to something vast and indifferent. A skull forms in the cosmos, exhaling stars and nebulas like the last breath of something once divine.
Candles flicker in the foreground, small and glittering, holding their ground against a universe that has already begun to unravel. They feel ceremonial, but futile - an offering made after the answer is gone.
Printed on 13×19 Luster paper or 8.5 × 11 Velvet paper; the colours burn through the surface - cosmic light against earthly decay - shifting with movement, catching and releasing brightness like something unstable. The piece sits in that final moment where nothing stops, but everything is already over.
Not the explosion. The aftermath.
Printed in house with my dead hands
signed & numbered
A lone figure moves through a graveyard already in collapse, as if the ending has been happening for longer than anyone noticed. Above her, the sky gives way - not to darkness, but to something vast and indifferent. A skull forms in the cosmos, exhaling stars and nebulas like the last breath of something once divine.
Candles flicker in the foreground, small and glittering, holding their ground against a universe that has already begun to unravel. They feel ceremonial, but futile - an offering made after the answer is gone.
Printed on 13×19 Luster paper or 8.5 × 11 Velvet paper; the colours burn through the surface - cosmic light against earthly decay - shifting with movement, catching and releasing brightness like something unstable. The piece sits in that final moment where nothing stops, but everything is already over.
Not the explosion. The aftermath.
Printed in house with my dead hands
signed & numbered
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