This piece drips with the darkness of the ocean’s deepest trenches, where light dies and ancient things stir. The acrylic pour forms swirling, murky patterns that resemble the unknown—tentacled, sleeping, watching.
Are the monsters we fear truly from above?
Or have they always been waiting below?
This piece drips with the darkness of the ocean’s deepest trenches, where light dies and ancient things stir. The acrylic pour forms swirling, murky patterns that resemble the unknown—tentacled, sleeping, watching.
Are the monsters we fear truly from above?
Or have they always been waiting below?