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Lilit Martirosyan, "The Inside" (2025),
This cavernous cocoon of wool is artist Lilit Martirosyan's tactile homage to the fiber's role in Armenian culture, on view at the Johannissyan Institute in Yerevan through October 31.
The Artist explores what she calls "the transformation of the familiar into the unfamiliar," evoking histories of gendered labor and sensory memory while casting new light and shadow on this seemingly comforting organic material.
Photo by Vardan Harutjunyan, courtesy the artist / Hyperallergic
My Humble Review of "Cavernous" by KJ Scott
4/5 ⭐
I requested to be an ARC reader for "Cavernous" by @kjscottwrites since I've been interested in this story for many years. Let me just say, I was not disappointed ^^
Please keep in mind that English is not my native tongue, and I won't be able to express everything the way I want to. Also, this is probably my first romantasy book, so I'm a pure soul experiencing this genre for the first time xD
Anyway, let's get to the point... 🍄
Seraphim Entombment ;
Sickness Particles Gleam
A poem for @letswonderspirit
Spelunkers fly through caves on ropes like spiders on thin webs
Footsteps echo in the empty spaces, flashlights light up faces of distress
A scream then a laugh, laugh off the shock of a statue warped into a scream
Looking at the statue's base, a plaque describes an event of an evil god and its schemes
Finding more artifacts, the adventurers find fresh red on walls
The distant rumbling of water, rushing against stone as it falls
A cracking, a shaking, a stalactite shatters against the ground
A scratching, a clawing, then a howl, a hellish sound
The cavers run out, barely with their souls
Looking back they see in pairs
Red orbs with yellow holes
A stomping, a dragging, a screech like nails on slate
The duo vows to never speak of this strait
Cave Tree by Bezduch