untitled by крона

VOID091

The soil replaces the flesh, connecting with rusty bones, fusing into new constructions that pull themselves out of the womb of a newborn grave, raise them to something similar to legs/stumps. A mass grave is assembled from individual bodies into the newest creature.

5 sketches, kicking right into your face.

Label, soaked in the mud of Povolzhye.

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