Dark grim days and a general bad mentality during 2020 slowly gathered likeminded conjurers of dark arts frowned upon not that long ago and together birthed a société secrète of rituals, ink, fabric, paper, vinyl, parchment, water, electricity and offerings finally unclothed the infant that is our secret.
A utter dedication to nothingness in terms of obedience spews forth drawings, shapes and jibberish in a glorious mess. We the unruly, we the unwilling, we the mad. And besides, why the heck not - let there be prints.
S.p.S