Deeper #355

Prompt: A figure with a mouth that splits into fractal patterns, their throat containing swirling vortexes of different colored decay, tendrils of sensation extending from their face to taste the dissolution of reality. Creative Process: There was this recurring dream where the universe decided to speak through human vessels, but instead of using words, it carved out spaces of absolute nothingness. the kind of dark that makes astronomers question their equations. when i painted this, i kept thinking about how we're all just temporary containers for something vast and incomprehensible. The bust format was a deliberate mockery of classical sculpture - those pristine marble forms that tried to capture human dignity. i wanted to show what happens when dignity gets swallowed by cosmic horror. the void isn't violent; it's simply indifferent, like a black hole doing what black holes do best - unmake things with perfect efficiency..