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A girl who is both death and the maiden.
pencil drawing, sumi ink and watercolor over paper. Private Collection
28 x 26 cm
the embodiment of despair and blindness's at dawn Watercolor, gouache inks and pencil drawing 23x31 cm
Untitled 18x24 cm Watercolor, sumi Ink and pencil drawing over paper Did it a while ago. The ravaging of our pandemic situation still though to deal. I'm not producing much as I wanted. Dealing with all this and loots of work issues makes what is slow become really sloweer. Thanks for your support.

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Ivanart — “Horizontal Impale”, a stylized medieval vignette built around ritual symbolism and dramatic staging. CW: dark themes
https://powershopz.com/Ivanart/239710
Title: Liturgia Sutura
“They said she took a vow of silence. But vows, once broken, take new forms.”
The convent whispered about her…the sister who prayed too deeply, who lingered too long before the altar, asking questions no scripture dared to answer. They said the voice that answered her didn’t belong to God.
When the others found her, the chapel candles had melted into black rivers, and her veil hung lower than before…almost as if it wished to hide what she’d become. Her mouth was no longer her own; silence had been sewn into her flesh, each thread a penance, each knot a prayer unspoken.
Some claim that on nights when the bells refuse to ring, a low hum escapes the old chapel…the sound of prayers forced through sealed lips. Others say it’s only the wind moving through hollow faith.
No one knows which story is true.
But the walls remember her name.
And they never stop whispering it.
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