The atmosphere of “20 Tales from Dreadland”
Recently laid off, you navigate an economy crippled by hyperinflation. It’s a punishing 43°C outside, every street corner is a chaotic construction zone, and good sleep is a forgotten luxury. Filthy, cockroach-ridden streets, tired crowds, and monotone minds all collide to stir a cursed brew.
These are digital paintings born from the frantic, paranoid notes you scribble while absorbing the endless stream of superficial news on television.
