In this painting, the human body is stripped of meaning—reduced to raw flesh that is not only consumed, but endlessly reproduced.
Figures in theatrical masks and skin-like faces sit in silence around a table not set for conversation, but for sacrifice.
The axe speaks the verdict.
Above the mantle, amid lifeless walls, hangs a slab of flesh—not as inert matter, but as a sacred object, something to be revered.
In the absence of faith, in the erosion of meaning, it is now flesh that is sanctified—an inverted ritual, consecrating only decay and violence.
A mouth torn from tissue cries out—not with words, but with silence.
A muted scream.
A truth that has been buried.
Here, the boundaries between human, animal, and machine have collapsed.
What remains is a body trapped in a cycle of submission, pleasure, and brutality.
This work is not merely a narrative, not even a painting—
It is a mirror, a chamber within us all,
where the victim and the butcher are one.
Digital painting
Hand-Drawn
