DECREPIT

There is a kind of horror that does not scream. It sits in silence, cloaked in darkness, wearing its crown of rot like a throne it never asked for. DECREPIT is a limited collection born from shadow, into obsession, into the quiet space where divinity and decay become indistinguishable. Each figure exists at the threshold. Not alive. Not gone. Hollow faces carry the weight of something ancient and forsaken, golden light bleeding through the dark not as salvation but as exposure — revealing what should have stayed buried.