Haunted creatures, drugs and weapons look
deep into the demonology of society and
even deeper to the inward massacre of the
soul. Tristram introduces faceless strangers
that are alone at their lowest, grimmest,
most hopeless predicaments just as they
are alone in the canvas, underscoring the
devolution of spaces by mutating characters
in order to depict the disdain of adapting
to a monstrous world. The overall sadistic
approach is almost hypnotic. One senses a
propositional
distinction
on
everything
that life and death recounts; the ultimate
oppositions, the clashing of morality and
immorality, impenetrability of light and
darkness, heaven, hell, and so on; assuming
the role of a fly on the wall as he envelopes
scenes and symbols with circumstances that
impose inescapable misery.
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