This work is split in two, echoing the fracture of our world. At the bottom, the image of collapse: a hero too heavy to rise, surrounded by bombs that symbolize conflicts multiplying beyond control. The promise of protection and justice is exhausted, unable to keep up with the scale of destruction.
Above, the Joker throws his arms open in a scream — not just of madness, but of triumph. In a world where systems crumble and wars go unchecked, chaos has won its battle. The villain no longer lurks in the shadows; he stands center stage, victorious, his laughter the soundtrack of our decline.
For me, this piece is about the recognition that the balance has tipped. The figures of order and safety, once so powerful in our collective imagination, feel paralyzed. What rises instead is disorder — playful, grotesque, terrifying — declaring in its own voice: we are f#*ked.
One of a kind original artwork.
Dimensions: 12x16