THE ART CRIMES
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If art's a crime, then crime could be a new form of art.
If a crime feels like art and GOD is by your side - who's 2 blame?
THE ART CRIMES: The revolution is NOW.
THE ART CRIMES started as a series originally inspired by the art of devARTist Elleka, and now this series opens up to the art of other artists, too: Artists with a sense for mysterious and magical things, creating works of art that go deep and are able to tell me stories due to their visual ambiguousness.
Three stars at the beginning of THE ART CRIMES' motto are the sign for the purpose, each star representing every single word, evoking the thought of THE ART CRIMES wherever they are laid down: ***
There's the first one, and here's another one: ***
We're chasing for the stars all the time.
Cover Photography: Abyss © Beau Cyphre
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