Strokes
Decaying fabric in muted grayish-purple and pale blue tones, marked by deep tears, wrinkles, and scattered crimson spots.
Intensity: Irreverent
Challenges opinions
Love your wound and endure it, lest it turn into cancer.
Iranians survive oppression with unbroken dignity, poetry and humor.
“All the world’s a stage…”
Painters lost God and science stole their soul. Can art survive in a world that measures beauty with machines?
Terror Barrier
1,000 swords fall. A fakie kickflip. An almost-story. Shame, coffee, knives meeting in my skull.
Engineered Apotheosis
AI can be coherent without meaning. Discover how AIdabaoth exposes our obsession with patterns over judgment.
Disappointing landscapes
The damned poetry of the city. Nasty glances. Ugly stories.
Good dog
I guide his hands towards my breasts, my ass, allow his dick to only knock gently on the entrance of my cunt. Easy, easy, I whisper.
The Map is not the Territory
DROELOE's work turns symbols and rituals into a weapon against your beliefs. He invites you in and then quietly removes the dancefloor.
Once you know, you can’t get back
Robert Pennekamp questions how truth, belief and systems are built and maintained.
LSD beneath the tongue’s alarm
They dream about her quiet touch. For men, one faith is always enough.