Leannán Sí 3:16

Here, the myth of the Leannán Sí is not merely retold but re-enchanted, as if summoned from Celtic whispers into the chiaroscuro of contemporary despair. These works breathe life into the vampiric muse, a figure who bestows genius only at the cost of ruin, who anoints the artist with brilliance even as she siphons their marrow. Draped in blood-lit garments and staged in forest twilight, she is both oracle and executioner: a vision that seduces, nourishes, and devours in the same gesture. The Leannán Sí 3:16 series becomes less an homage and more a ritual, a diptych of worship and warning, where each piece unfurls as scripture from a gospel of beautiful undoing.

This is not allegory.  It is invocation. Not a metaphor, but a contract inked in candle smoke and arterial flame.