Drowned in Gold, Not Peace (4/33)

This haunting portrait captures a surreal collision of luxury and loss. A face half-sunken in black water, wrapped in what appears to be volcanic rock, stares upward with unsettling stillness. The skin is partially coated in a cracked mask of gold—flawless yet fractured—clinging to flesh like a memory refusing to fade. There’s something unnervingly serene about their eyes, as if they've surrendered to something far beyond rescue or reason. The muddy pool surrounding the figure acts like a mirror to the void above, deep and silent. This is not a resurrection; it’s a slow, beautiful drowning. It evokes questions—was this figure gilded in life or death? Is this a shrine, a ruin, or an unfinished transformation? The image doesn’t scream for attention—it whispers secrets through stillness, daring the viewer to look beyond the gold and into the suffocating quiet that lies beneath.