ART MARKET: Diagnosed Demonic Diseases
At the starting point, there was a little devil opening the windows. The spiritual light entering through the window then showed its true face and taught the little hands that opened the door a lesson they would never forget. The light turned first into sleep, then into a cold blanket, and finally into nightmares that shaped everything. To define the form of nightmares, you had to know the world that that little devil was watching, questioning, smelling, looking at with surprise and trying to describe. The color of the fears accumulated in the bags under his eyes was more than purple; It was close to the red of the horn and the anomalous white of the cursed bones. He sharpened his teeth with his fingertips before starting to gnaw on a tree trunk that looked tiny when viewed from above, but was actually massive in the ground. After chewing and spitting out the hard and fibrous tissue he started eating, he realized what kind of dirt was spread on the earth, and he laughed and was happy that what he wanted to do was coming true.
His endless stomach, which he could not satisfy, was starting to get a little bit satisfied, thanks to the yellow and soft worms in the tree. The green liquids that splashed with each bite fell to the ground and turned into a poisonous plant seed. It was clear as day that he was in the middle of a self-inflicted toxic nightmare. To feed himself, he had to poison these dreams, eat them, swallow them, regurgitate them, and eat them again. He was in love with the woody aroma and the sharp taste that diminished with every chew and bite. It was sinking its roots, calling him and pushing him back, deeper into the soil, turning the forests of his mind into chaotic trees that could no longer be climbed because of their branches.
June, 2024 by Demon Ego
