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I – The Snake Line


The body is unrolled onto the altar of the page. It lies bare, a vessel of silent anticipation, while the line coils around it like a serpent, tight and cunning. It hisses, it binds, it does not let go.

Shadows whisper at the edges, secrets scraping at reason. The body shivers, learning the quiet rhythm of surrender, the pulse of obedience, and the small, terrible ecstasy of containment.


Unique work
Includes a Certificate of Authenticity
Size A4
Pen on Paper





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