All around me, faces melt like cold wax, anonymous silhouettes in a madhouse without walls. They sta…
All around me, faces melt like cold wax, anonymous silhouettes in a madhouse without walls. They stare at me with their hollow eyes, waiting for me to fade away too. But that is the beauty of madness: it is the only thing that wears a tailor-made suit.🫣🫵
Prompt
Art purifies our souls from the darkness of everyday life… It is in this spirit that we have created a striking, expressive and sombre image, in the poétique spirit of #FELLINI on the theme :THE OVERCROWDED VOID: FIND THE STRIPED GHOST IN THE VOID -- - Strange. Dreamlike. Mystical. Magical.
