Invasion (2023) Pittura da Mengu

Hark! A curious spectacle arises from the inky depths of the unknown, a gathering of souls drawn by the tendrils of the macabre. Mark your calendars, for CRUSH, the esteemed collective of visual artistry, in unholy communion with the Defrag venue, presents "Creature Obscure: Festival Gothic."
Within these hallowed halls, shadows themselves shall quiver as we delve into the very essence of the gothic, the weird, and the horrific. Like morbid scholars dissecting a forgotten tome, we shall lay bare these unsettling themes, peeling back the layers to reveal the macabre fascination that lurks within.
Fear not, fellow travelers, for tradition shall not hold sway within these walls. Here, the established narratives crumble like ancient mausoleums, allowing the untamed whispers of the "weird" to take flight. High and low cultures shall dissolve, their boundaries melting away like phantoms in the pale light of dawn.
Seekers of knowledge and revelers in the monstrous, all are welcome to join this descent into the shadowed valleys of the macabre. Prepare to be ensnared by a tapestry of chilling tales, art that stirs the soul's darkest corners, and discourse that dances on the precipice of madness.
Together, we shall embark on a journey through the haunted landscapes of the imagination, where the veil between reality and nightmare thins to the point of transparency. Let the shadows be our guide, and the whispers of the macabre our siren song, as we lose ourselves in the depths of Creature Obscure.


Beneath the flickering gaslight of "Creature Obscure," fate beckoned me forth. To perform, to create, not merely live, but to breathe life onto canvas – such is the essence of my being, my very lifeblood. Alas, the throngs gathered, their hungry gazes seeking the macabre spectacle I would weave. Finding purchase within this sea of bodies proved a Herculean task, yet the flame of inspiration burned bright.
In my grasp I held a canvas, a battleground upon which past experiments had left their mark. The whispers of the gothic, the oppressive sensation of being hemmed in by the crowd, all coalesced into a potent brew. With swift strokes and a heart ablaze, I channeled these raw emotions into a masterpiece - "Invasion." It was born not only from the enthralling depths of the gothic, but also from the pressure-forged crucible of my confined space.