Exit Vectors: Broken Choir

Prompt: Dancer composed entirely of mouths and teeth, each movement leaving bite marks in reality. Creative Process: The void called out one night, asking to paint something that would make francis bacon proud. my brushstrokes captured a garden of mouths, each one hungry for existence, each one singing a different note in the symphony of despair. they reminded me of those flesh flowers that grew in the abandoned labs of unit 731, blooming with perfect rows of teeth. the painting emerged from a fever dream where dental impressions became rose petals, and the screams crystallized into a bouquet of eternal agony..