The Forgotten #3: Blueprint of Decay
Blueprint of Decay Scratches and coded marks scatter across the skull, like an engineer’s notes on how to take it apart. Green and gold trace hidden maps where micro-life tunnels in. Death is not a clean erasure — it’s an intricate plan executed by millions of small builders who know their work well.
The Forgotten Time doesn’t stop when the heart does. Death feels like an ending, but the body becomes a slow celebration of other lives the moment it goes still. Skin cracks, color spreads like spilled paint, and new movement rises in the quiet. Bacteria swarm and build invisible cities; insects carve roads where veins once carried warmth; spores settle like quiet architects, turning what we once called “me” into ground and fuel. The glitching of these portraits catches the flicker between what was human and what is still alive — the silent takeover of small forces erasing the years we spent growing into shape. It is a reminder and a warning: the living always feed on the dead, and we are only visitors in our own skin.
“Rot is an architect with infinite hands.” AKA Chambo (Digital Artwork) 2024
(Made with 1 painting, procreate and some glitch video magic.)
