Untitled 1 (The Plague of the 21st Century)

A cold, luminous orb blooms from a cairn of skulls and tangled bones, its spined corona reading at once as pathogen, star, and warning—an unnatural sun rising from the debris of the human body. The palette shifts from necrotic turquoise to bruised pink, bathing the scene in a sickly dawn that turns death into atmosphere and makes catastrophe feel eerily calm. Above, the inverted silhouettes of skyscrapers and monuments hang like stalactites, collapsing the promise of progress into a ceiling of threat and suggesting a world where civilization itself dangles precariously over its own mass grave. The composition tightens this moral gravity: the eye is pulled between the sterile geometry of the city and the organic chaos below, staging a confrontation between engineered ambition and the inexhaustible consequences it cannot contain.