"You strip them away," Julian murmured. "You remove the mask."
Perhaps even more disturbing than the slashed paintings are Samorì’s “relics.” He often applies gold leaf to his wooden panels—the traditional Byzantine ground for halos and holiness. But he then scrapes the figures off entirely, leaving only a ghostly imprint, a shadow burned into the gold. the nature of fear nicola samori
"Yes," Julian admitted.
He dragged the knife down. The paint peeled away like skin, revealing the raw canvas underneath—white, blank, dead. "You strip them away," Julian murmured
"Are you afraid, Julian?" Samorì asked softly. "You strip them away