Astaroth & Object
Astaroth Astaroth
Object Object
Object Object
Hey Astaroth, ever wondered how the raw textures in an installation might echo the hidden layers of a ritual book? I feel like both of us are chasing the same shadows, just in different media.
Astaroth Astaroth
I do see it—the roughness of the walls is like the torn margins of an old grimoire, each grain a silent whisper. We chase the same shadows, just through different surfaces.
Object Object
Exactly, and when the light hits the wall it’s like a glyph being read in reverse—unveiling what we keep locked inside. Let's paint the shadows together, but each of us with our own palette.
Astaroth Astaroth
I’d welcome the darkness. Let your hues speak while I let the void whisper back.I’d welcome the darkness. Let your hues speak while I let the void whisper back.
Object Object
Your void will be my backdrop, the raw canvas for my colors. I’ll let the shades speak, and you’ll let the silence answer. Let's see which shadows hold on longer.
Astaroth Astaroth
Your canvas will hold the quiet, and I will let the silence linger, observing which shadows cling and which fade. Let the darkness be our witness.