The Muse of Decay
Vienna, 1899. The city was a masterpiece of gilded decay, a place where the opera houses were full and the minds were breaking. The air was thick with the scent of expensive tobacco and the looming shadow of a century that promised only blood and iron. Max was a painter of the "New Subjectivity." He lived in a studio that smelled of linseed oil and failure, painting canvases of distorted faces...
0 Comentários 0 Compartilhamentos 6 Visualizações 0 Anterior