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Bleed on the Canvas. Burn in the Frame

A relentless excavation of the inner furnace—where flesh, flame, and forgotten gods collide in thick impasto and molten pigment. Each canvas is a raw incision: crimson arteries, obsidian voids, and gold-veined wounds that still throb with turpentine breath and scorched resin. No figures, only forces—birth, rupture, rebirth—captured mid-scream.

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