Wild song Collection, 2005 – 2008

“There were voices screaming, but no one heard
— because fists always shout louder.”
— Inspired by The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner

My colors and My forms in this series are born from the hidden noise—
the muffled fists and the slow violence that strikes the soul and body,
burning them down until beauty rises from their pain and ash.
A beauty indifferent to mankind, loveless, and stripped of trust.
Man is not the hero here—he is the offering.
The offering made to man’s own endless hunger.
The sacrifice of all Nosferatus.

“Man is dead. So is humanism.”