Devil's Kiss

An eerie world travels across your skin with one wisp of air. A devil arrives, his kiss is a speleothem, a honeycomb of the flesh, bricks in a bricked mouth. His crown bears the skull of a saint. All who sleep with him will fall asleep forever.

Let us now consider nature in decay. Let us put aside the ideal of man and woman breathing tenderly and gazing at each other to consider instead a face eaten away by disease, a woman's body falling apart like an old tree, disintegrating like a house in flames.

A painting was created digitally in a collaboration with AI.