Art as fire, steel, and provocation
We do not decorate. We ignite. Our art is a furnace: consuming silence, spitting sparks. Geometry is weapon. Color is alarm. Sound is violence.
The audience is not passive — it is a witness. Every piece is confrontation, every form a scream.
A wall of iron plates, each scarred with flame, chanting rhythm in silence.
A corridor of crimson light that beats like a heart, daring you to enter.
Columns of speakers, humming drones, sculpting air into architecture.
“Questions provide answers”
“Answers provide questions”
“Light, shadows”
“Shadows, darkness”