Andy Stott Demdike Stare

In this phantasy of prismatic distortion [contortion] it moved anomalously in a diagonal way, so that all the rules of matter and perspective seemed upset.

In his frenzied strains I could almost see shadowy satyrs and Bacchanals dancing and whirling insanely through seething abysses of clouds and smoke and lightning.

The aperture was black with a darkness almost material.

Watching Dead Empires In Decay.