They move towards the surface and below the surface from their hiding places, where they are not wanted but no one dares to find them because of the possibility that they are actually there. They are on the move to conquer land and mountains, mud and water. They are ready to capture every living thing that tries to rise above the water to breathe, and every inanimate object that strives to go deeper and is ready to melt in the lava. They can come to you in the blink of an eye, and while your eyes are watering under the influence of insects clinging to them, they can dry up lakes and seas in the time it takes for an eye drop to grow.  

June, 2024 
by Demon Ego

Demons are Hiding in the BASEment

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You found the game, bought it and installed it. You had enough space in your memory that you didn't hesitate to pick up the game. Even though it wasn't in your cart before, it appeared upon the system's suggestions. As usual, you watched a few gameplay videos, looked at a few screenshots from the game, and it was enough to lead you astray. As someone who sits and plays games for hours, and has done so for most of his life, you expected the game to install, which took several hours. Hours passed, in the meantime you drank 3 coffees and ate some snacks. Just as you were about to forget the little incident that happened on your street, the installation ended. You opened the console and waited with excitement, curiosity and anxiety to see what you would encounter.

There was nothing surprising on the first screen of the game, as always, it was just the logo and music of a familiar production company that you knew very well. After a short update period passed, the game's starting screen opened. First, you chose a player name for yourself, and as always, you chose a name that would make you look like someone else. While the game was processing this information into its own data, it thought for a while, tried to guess who you were, and eventually found you among the data of other games.

It decided to respond to this little joke you played on it. On the next screen it did something that won't surprise you but will surprise previous players; It has created a special difficulty level for you under a name that will attract your attention. In order to do this in seconds, a special code was placed inside by the creators of the game. And yes, you chose that difficulty level without being surprised and unaware of anything. You started playing, you played without getting bored. For days and weeks, you struggled without leaving your home in the trap that was set for you. You struggled through many riddles you couldn't solve, many enemies you couldn't kill, and many levels you couldn't pass.

July, 2024 
by Demon Ego

Which Level Was the Most Difficult for You?

I don't have the courage to see the lines of your face, the drops of sweat moving between the lines. I don't know what kind of mental illness I will have when I look at the eye sockets that have deepened over who knows how many millennia. Such an unimaginable disease, for which there is no case yet to be identified, will eventually push me to the edge of a cliff and push me down to completely sever my connection with reality. It knocks down the roofs of houses with its horns carved from obsidian, rising above its skin that resembles an ancient mirror. There is no way I can stand against this huge but slow-walking being. I have no intention of running away from him anyway. I feel that if I can get a few meters closer to him, even from behind, I can overcome my fears and turn into a creature at least as powerful as him in my mind. 

Finally, just like in the rehearsal I did this morning, I repeat in my mind the words I will shout when I approach him. I hope that this rehearsal, which I have been doing every day for more than 30 years, will work and end as I dreamed. I don't pray for this because I lost my religious faith a long time ago, for me now there is only the unknown, fears, passions and questions. Even though all of this creates a more tiring situation than before, it makes me feel liberated. Now I am on the roof of a house, my body is sliding down at a very slow speed. The rainwater that fell the day before has still not dried. I'll be lucky if I fall without touching him, or if I can climb back into the house without him feeling me. I repeat my words in my mind one last time and approach him. First, his unusual vibration distorts my perception and I lose my balance. Then, in order to get a little closer, I hold on to one of the boards hanging from the roof and let myself fall. Now the rest is up to what I can remember, my courage and my expectations.

September, 2023
by Demon Ego


What I Want to Shout at the Neck of Evil

I am walking in a garden where pointed and soft-edged plants rise from the ground covered with forks. This is the garden of a two-storey house, frequently visited by cats and dogs. Only a small child and his mother live in the house. His father left them some time ago, leaving no note and no hint that he was leaving. When the mother woke up one day, she saw that she was alone in bed. First, she calmly searched all over the house and called out, but did not receive an answer. She tried this for a few more days but still got no answer, so in the end she took her child out to play in the garden and left him to go home and drink a little and then cry. After her crying stopped, she hoped for her husband to return, but she cried in vain. The child continued to play in the garden as he did every day. After a few weeks, she forgot about her father, acting as if that man never existed. His mother thought about taking her child to a psychiatrist to understand and make sense of this situation, but then she gave up. Maybe it would have been better to keep it that way.

The child thought he saw his father in the garden every day. He played games with him, and when he got tired, he would lie on his father's lap. He knew that he was experiencing these things in his mind, but years later he would begin to question questions about what was playing games with him, that it wasn't like this in reality. In this way, he spent time with his dream for a long time, until he started primary school. His mother was unaware of everything, she thought that her child was making everything ordinary, playing games with himself or having an imaginary friend every now and then. She never asked her child what was going on. One day, when she saw things she couldn't explain in the garden, she started asking questions. The child was suddenly off the ground and suspended in the air; When he stood up while playing by rolling over, his hands and face would be covered in blood. 

October, 2023
by Demon Ego

Papers Whose Texture Cut My Fingers

Do you want to hear the wheezing coming from our chests? Can your mind handle hearing the melodies rising from the spaces between the bones stuck in our throat? Would you like to see the colors that appear when we fill all the cells we digest into a fecal container, and the maggots that extend hundreds of meters away? Our internal organs, which are used to being sick, are protected under our iron-hard muscles. All the animals that dared to attack us have learned their lesson. Our past is full of broken teeth, mouths stained with blood, and hunters shedding tears. Sometimes we ate them, but none of them could satisfy our hunger. Our victories fed us as much as a feast table filled with thousands of kinds of food. While eating, we screamed and sang the songs our ancestors had gifted us. Instead of leaving the table and saying prayers of thanksgiving, we promised each other to commit more brutality. 

October, 2023 
by Demon Ego

At Wh⋀t St⋀ge of Evolution d⫰d We Fe⋀r Our Or⫰g⫰ns?

We are traveling with a weapon that has one side pointing downwards and the other side facing upwards due to its balance. Our words, anxieties, sins and quests that shape the weapon and make the metal on its tips unique. That's why each of us has a unique weapon. We do not know what we will fight at the end or during the process of this journey. What is difficult to predict is whether the people we will encounter will be friends, enemies or neutral entities. How do we measure our judgments against the things we encounter every day and every moment, and how do we decide how tightly to grip our gun hands and what to kill or maim with it?  How powerful beings are we that we have the authority to judge and decide? 

We must remember that the place where we sleep and where we live is just a piece of land. In the end, each of us needs mud and dirt, we are light and heavy enough to sink into it.

November, 2023  
by Demon Ego 

Two Pointed Spears That Shape Our Minds

“I continue to maintain my silence and be patient,” he said. Even though she knew everyone heard what he was going through, he continued speaking without quieting his mind. While at first his words sounded like an ant march, as the minutes passed, they began to turn into an army of ants and then the noise of a concrete house being carried by that army. His thoughts were so strong and original that we did not stand against him, we fell over and had difficulty getting up.

We need time to regain the energy we spent lifting this pile of concrete that fell on us, to breathe easy and collect our words against it. We know that he has no time for us and that we are never included in his plans. In the comfort of this, we collapse on the ground and watch the red sky. We don't wait for anyone to come and lift us up, we wait silently for the dawn of a new moment, as he did.

A few steps away from where he started, the muscles in his face relax, as if changing places was good for him. I can see that there is no trace of fear or hatred on his face anymore, and that he softens more and more as he shouts his words. While I and the people next to me were thinking about whether we owe him an apology and what we should say to him at the end of his speech, he stops for a moment and looks at all of us one by one and finishes his words. "Everything is shaken now," he finally exclaims, clasping his hands over his eyes and expelling all the air from his lungs. After this moment, it seems like me and the people around me feel relieved.

I step forward and move to approach him. By shouldering the few people in front of me with all my strength, I try to open the door and reach my enlightenment. As he walks, the distance between us increases by tens of meters, but as I run, I can only get a few meters closer. Once he stops, I can get closer and realize his enormous size, that I'm only about the size of his finger. My dazed mind rushes forward to touch it, even to touch it with a fingertip, but it moves tens of meters away again and finally disappears among the fog cloud. He slips out of my hands before I can hear or shout out what I want to say to him.  

January, 2023 
by Demon Ego

In the Well of an Unshakable Faith

For years I followed their shadows to find the corners where they remained stationary. I knew that it had shadows of different colors, I couldn't make sense of it and couldn't find a scientific explanation, but I continued my search, thinking that this was also a part of the game. I couldn't find anything other than a few electronic items, a leather suitcase, three plastic cases and a shovel. I was surprised to find these items in the hidden corners of this house where I have lived for a long time. Did the previous homeowner know where they were or had they lost them? Considering the dark, damp corner where they stood, I thought he might have lost them. Or he deliberately placed these items next to each other and wanted to be able to access them immediately if he wanted to do something he planned. I'll never know the answer to that, I heard the old landlord died a few years ago. There was no rumor about the cause of death, but I succumbed to my curiosity and did some research. The cause of death appeared to be natural causes because there was no news or record about it.

Day 12 and I'm still following the shadows. Although I was often confused by the intensity of the light entering through the large windows of the house, I marked most of the shadows. I think I now know the location of everything that is fixed and moving in the house. I also have a notebook where I note how dark and lightened all the shadows are and at what time of day. I am aware that this research has become an obsession with the game. The games I love have mostly become an obsession for me, and I'm not bothered by this situation. As someone who lives for fun and enjoyment, turning everything into a game is one of the things I do best. I even play games while searching for a book or DVD on my bookshelf.

November, 2023
by Demon Ego 

The Game of Objects That Have Learned to Hide

Demonic Experiments

Delusional Disorder(Morbus Delusionalis) involves persistent and irrational beliefs contradicting reality. It's a psychiatric condition where individuals experience stable delusions. These delusions are unrealistic, unsustainable beliefs. created by Demon Ego

Morbus Delusionalis

Logical or irrational, big or small, timely or untimely... I want to hide anywhere, anytime. Hiding behind a plant, under a flower pot, behind a tulle curtain, just to show off my giant feet and look funny. Let them look for places they never thought they could find me, I must confuse them so much that they doubt their own intelligence. They must think I'm very smart and tell endless stories about me, even though they know I'm not. When they finally find me in a hole I'm stuck in, that's when they'll realize my stupidity. They will make derogatory remarks about me, trying to guess what ridiculous thing I am up to.

I'm sure they thought the figures I drew were childish, but I never cared about that. I never expected them to understand what I was after, why I was hiding and drawing. I don't regret what I created, nor do I regret that they don't love me. They will regret all their ideas when they see how I leave traces in my hiding places.

Broken or working well, neat or disorderly, ugly or beautiful... Of course, I know how rich they all carry, I carry them all with me, without leaving any of them behind. I can't tell you how much fun the games I played with them gave me; Just as I cannot understand why those who hide them do this.  

February, 2024 
by Demon Ego

The Desire to Hide Everywhere

This collection was created in order to offer appropriate treatment methods for the diseases identified in Demon's previous collection "Undefined Disorders". Even though they are known to be useless, they are worth a try for once. created by Demon Ego

Useless Treatment Methods

Continue to live on top of the tree where the wind touches your long and wavy hair. Keep looking from this high up to the base of the tree, where the soil and roots intertwine. While there isn't even a bird in sight, you'll hear little beings whose paws are pink from the heat. When a leaf withers and hits a branch, you will always remember the wave that will rise later. You will always try to forget the fruit worms whose mouths and eyes were wide open in surprise, the dark beings who fell here from another dimension. You will never be able to hold back the flower seeds flying before your eyes.  

When your own shadow strikes farther than the shadow of the tree and a moss shifts at the bottom of a rock, you will not be able to find your direction. When you cannot see the outside from the inside, when you cannot hear what is happening outside, when you cannot understand the reason for the running around and the sounds of limbs touching each other, you will understand some things about yourself clearly. Even though you are not in a hurry to enjoy the sleep that you have never been late for, you will see that you have left something of yourself behind and you will try to eliminate the traces of the sheets on the bed. Only you will remember the tall animal you hid among the boards and nails in an attic you built. You will never understand why you don't give him water, why you don't feed him anymore, why you don't leave him a warm home.  

July, 2024 
by Demon Ego

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For years I followed their shadows to find the corners where they remained stationary. I knew that it had shadows of different colors, I couldn't make sense of it and couldn't find a scientific explanation, but I continued my search, thinking that this was also a part of the game. I couldn't find anything other than a few electronic items, a leather suitcase, three plastic cases and a shovel. I was surprised to find these items in the hidden corners of this house where I have lived for a long time. Did the previous homeowner know where they were or had they lost them? Considering the dark, damp corner where they stood, I thought he might have lost them. Or he deliberately placed these items next to each other and wanted to be able to access them immediately if he wanted to do something he planned. I'll never know the answer to that, I heard the old landlord died a few years ago. There was no rumor about the cause of death, but I succumbed to my curiosity and did some research. The cause of death appeared to be natural causes because there was no news or record about it.

Day 12 and I'm still following the shadows. Although I was often confused by the intensity of the light entering through the large windows of the house, I marked most of the shadows. I think I now know the location of everything that is fixed and moving in the house. I also have a notebook where I note how dark and lightened all the shadows are and at what time of day. I am aware that this research has become an obsession with the game. The games I love have mostly become an obsession for me, and I'm not bothered by this situation. As someone who lives for fun and enjoyment, turning everything into a game is one of the things I do best. I even play games while searching for a book or DVD on my bookshelf.

November, 2023
by Demon Ego


Images from one of Demon's sketchbook. Diaries of those who do not want to show themselves often.
created by Demon Ego

Th⚉se Hiding in the Shad⚉w

There's no way to go any further from here, he's put his body through enough. In order to portray the grotesque animal between his legs, he gave it all food, opened its mouth and forced to eat. He reminded it of the times it forgot to chew or hit it on the head and bullied it into eating. He never excused its excuses and pleas, he wanted to inflict on this wild creature all the cruelties that had been inflicted on him for years. It should have lived what he had experienced, and it should have felt what he felt. He thought that this way they could bond more with each other and become stronger. The reason why he began to worship power - although he did not admit it - was the result of his dream of becoming a god and actually turning into that grotesque creature. How far would he go to make this happen? The answer to this question frightened even him.

February, 2024
by Demon Ego

All His Memories Lost in the Glitch 

*Original name: Endless Conversation with the Monster You Reflect Yourself

A machine has manipulated my hands and mind, my burnt circuits are spewing steam as much as an electronic machine that has been spilled with water. My self-confidence has not been shaken, I have not lost my courage, but I tend to delay everything because I lose control. I feel wires passing through my fingers and metal rods touching my internal organs. When I woke up in the morning, I didn't look in the mirror, so I don't know if my appearance has changed or not. But the stiffness I feel when I touch my face with my hands and the crackling I hear when I speak do not bode well. Even walking is as difficult as lifting a ton of weight, each of my legs is like a wooden stake embedded in concrete. They have such a slippery surface that if crabs tried to climb on them, they would slip and fall. I don't have the courage to see what I've become, nor do I have the courage to carry it.

February, 2024
by Demon Ego

Endless Conversation with the Monster...*

UNDEFINED DISORDERS

𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂,
𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 
𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝓉.
𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓃 𝓊𝓃𝒸𝑒𝒶𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉,
𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒶𝓁𝓁 
𝒶𝓁𝓁
𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 
𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝓊𝓅𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉.

*2400x3000, PNG

August, 2024
by Demon Ego

𝐸𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝐹𝓁𝑒𝓍𝓊𝓇𝑒

AI clothing brand of the future. created by Demon Ego

𝐼𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔.
𝒜𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓈𝒶𝓌, 𝒾𝓉 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔.

February, 2024
by Demon Ego

𝒯𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝒾𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎

𝒹𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒸 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇

Since the establishment of centers for the investigation of anomalies and the formation of teams consisting of scientists, metaphysical experts, and researchers, hundreds of experiments have been conducted, and data has been collected. The initial findings are presented here. It is currently unclear how long the research into anomalies will continue, but with the support of artificial intelligence, a visual archive of unseen, identified, and even uncertain anomalies has begun to take shape. AI support has been crucial, especially for those anomalies that could result in the most deadly and demonic encounters. While countless unknown anomalies remain, findings from some anomalies allow for predictions about others. Each anomaly description includes verified information, confirmed by many observers and researchers. The locations of the buildings where the research is conducted and the files are stored remain classified. To prevent information leaks, researchers’ relationships with the outside world have been restricted, and they are prohibited from starting families or maintaining contact with their parents. A special, secure (with a 175-step verification and firewall against hacking and information leaks) internet network has been created here. *1500x1500, 49.1 MB, GIFAI videos: Midjourney + KlingAI + Runway September, 2024by Demon Ego

Anomalies: Initial Research

I’m drifting in a sinking boat. I don’t know how to swim, and I don’t weigh enough to reach the bottom. I’m living under the influence of the unusual dreams I had last night, and my head feels like a ton of numb concrete. I didn’t take my medication today because I was too lazy to reach for them from the top of the cupboard. The texture-worn, yellowed cushions of the chairs I’ve sat in for long periods now have asymmetrical indentations, where the cats are sleeping. One has turned a white chair black, and the other has transformed the chair into a paradise with its small body. I take great pleasure in watching its left paw tremble as it dreams, and waking it up never crosses my mind. Perhaps now, in its dream, it’s riding on the back of a larger animal, shouting in a secret language they’ve made up to make it go faster. I will, of course, fall asleep again at a very late hour, probably near dawn, but I’m trying to break this habit. I stand up in the sinking boat—I know how to swim very well because I’ve sunk many times before. I’ve already pushed everyone out of my life who had the power to save me. To show that I didn’t need them, I often did foolish things, but these weren’t silly or childish actions. I did things that were more terrifying and absurd, turning myself into a horrible jester. I played my role so well that it seemed they had no choice but to believe me, as if I had forced them to sit in front of a theater stage. I don’t have the stomach to recount the things I acted out now. Yet, I am weakened enough to believe that there might be hope, to think that they could save me. I’m struggling to stay on my feet and I know that I need to rest, to let the current take me. August, 2024by Demon Ego

Everything is About Them and Everything is Outside of Them

SuperRare

• First AI short movie of the artist.
• 01:39, 1280x768, MP4, 235.9 MB
• Scenes created in Runway 
• Music created in Loudly

A Weightless Journey

After getting rid of all my weight, I started my journey. I expected to see all the places that were told to me, I expected to see the valleys and rivers that were promised to me. But all I encountered were trees of the same color and silent lands. I looked forward to seeing more exciting things, still holding out hope. I was finally starting to see something that would get me excited, make the journey worth it, and make me want to leave it all behind. I had heard a lot about this place, and the people I hosted often told me about it. And suddenly everything became more interesting, and I started seeing things I had never expected or heard of. Then I saw the rivers I had always heard about, and felt the touch of the water colder than me. I loved this feeling so much that I was ready not to enter the next locations so that it would not end. It was very fun and tense to encounter a new surprise at every step. I knew that the day was ending or that I was somehow starting to enter dark areas. But then I was sure that there was light and that darkness would not last forever. I waited for the light to capture me and drag me in its embrace. This was the lightness I had always missed. Then I drifted towards old memories, was it me who experienced these or was it the ones that weighed on me until today? I continued on my way without tiring myself to find answers, I had to go to the next moment with the curiosity of what had not yet greeted me.

August, 2024
by Demon Ego


A Weightless Journey

Short movies created by Demon Ego using AI video, image and audio tools.

AI Short Movies

*1075x1075, GIF

September, 2024
by Demon Ego

Neurikos

New planet discoveries and footage of the creatures living there.

Anetos

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𝒟𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒶 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝓆𝓊𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒶𝑔𝑒. 𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀𝒷𝑜𝓃𝑒, 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀. 𝒲𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉, 𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉, 𝒶 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓂𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓇𝓊𝓈𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉.

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September, 2024
by Demon Ego

𝐸𝓍𝓅𝓁𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃

AI videos connected with 𝒹𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒸 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇 collection . created by Demon Ego

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒹𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓊𝓈 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇’𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃, 𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝒻 𝓃𝑜 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒𝒹? 𝐻𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈, 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓈, 𝒾𝓁𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈, 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈? 𝒲𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒, 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈?

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September, 2024
by Demon Ego

𝒯𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓅𝒶𝓉𝒽𝓎

𝒹𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓃𝒾𝒸 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈

I couldn’t get the calculations right, my math has always been bad. I’m doing everything I can to avoid falling asleep in this corner I’ve been squeezed into, but it’s futile. All the beings that were supposedly meant to protect me have now become my enemies, racing to tear off a piece of me, one by one. I won’t just offer myself up to them, lying on a silver platter, roasted and sauced. If I can’t escape from here in the next few minutes, the pieces of me melting in their warm stomachs, in acid, will demand answers. But no matter which way I turn, or what plan I make, everything ends up in their excrement. I wish I could start by thinking about how I became so helpless, but I don’t have that much time—the first bite is about to reach my hands!

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October, 2024
by Demon Ego

Bad Math

AI video experiments created by Demon Ego using AI video, image and audio tools.

I lean towards the water, rubbing my hands together, ignoring the reflections of light in my eyes. Among the five different colors and animal feathers floating in the air, I can pick out a flower’s petal. Time is on my side, in an atmosphere more optimistic than ever before. If I were to dip my foot into the water, I feel light enough that it would disappear in the current. If I were to hug a tree, I know I would be launched into the sky with the weight as massive as the tree’s trunk. I float between death and life, between what I know and what I feel, like a leaf drifting. I could let myself be shaped by the wind, then turn into a small storm, placing everything back in order without causing chaos inside my home.

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September, 2024
by Demon Ego

After the Passing of a Moment

AI Video Experiments

unique and on the edge,
in a boat balanced,
but amazed at itself for balancing,
a line about to snap,
coiling down to disappear from sight.

when it touches the sand, a fish
swells to a wave’s height,
calm, and under
the weight of white, blue, and gray,
they all yield.

as it sinks into the sand,
the remaining sea creatures,
watching with vacant eyes,
fade, and are buried.

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October, 2024
by Demon Ego

Portrait-rooms

This collection by Demon reflects the threshold moments, emotions, art materials, and the effort to find a path in art and cross the threshold, as well as the decisions and changes in life, which collectively transformed into ‘a space on the...'

I sense it’s not yet time to share
what I’ve discovered—with you,
or anyone else.
I must keep my mouth shut,
live with one eye closed,
content with what the other can see alone,
and take pride in it.

before I burn or smear
the stacked papers on my desk with charcoal,
I must think carefully.

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November, 2024
by Demon Ego

The Secret of Immortality

Liminal Lines

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October, 2024
by Demon Ego

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What propelled Demon into the realm of artistry were the nightmares and traumas rooted in childhood. Early nightmares were birthed from horror films—films that gifted him with enduring terrors, ones he neither escaped nor wished to part with. With this series, Demon channels inspiration from his nightmares into AI-generated works, capturing uncanny, liminal, surreal, and dreamlike moments of the human form.


December, 2024
by Demon Eg⚉

Nightmare ⚉  32

What propelled Demon into the realm of artistry were the nightmares and traumas rooted in childhood. Early nightmares were birthed from horror films—films that gifted him with enduring terrors, ones he neither escaped nor wished to part with...

What propelled Demon into the realm of artistry were the nightmares and traumas rooted in childhood. Early nightmares were birthed from horror films—films that gifted him with enduring terrors, ones he neither escaped nor wished to part with. With this series, Demon channels inspiration from his nightmares into AI-generated works, capturing uncanny, liminal, surreal, and dreamlike moments of the human form.


November, 2024
by Demon Eg⚉

Nightmare ⚉ 19

Nightmares: Images

Nightmare Video ⚉ 2

Nightmare Video ⚉ 3

Nightmares: Videos

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Nightmares: Short Horrors represents the next step following the practices of the previous Nightmares collections; a deeper exploration, delving into prolonged flows of movement to uncover what lies beneath. Demon’s greatest source of inspiration, horror films reflecting his nightmares, manifests here in his unique style. These works attempt to capture the tension and fear within the absurd, the impossible, the grotesque, the undefined, the uncanny, and the strange.


November, 2024
by Demon Eg⚉

Magical Objects with Lost Locks

This collection represents the next step following the practices of the previous Nightmares collections; a deeper exploration, delving into prolonged flows of movement to uncover what lies beneath. Demon’s greatest source of inspiration, horror...

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Nightmares: Short Horrors represents the next step following the practices of the previous Nightmares collections; a deeper exploration, delving into prolonged flows of movement to uncover what lies beneath. Demon’s greatest source of inspiration, horror films reflecting his nightmares, manifests here in his unique style. These works attempt to capture the tension and fear within the absurd, the impossible, the grotesque, the undefined, the uncanny, and the strange. 


November, 2024
by Demon Eg⚉

After the Ashes

Nightmares: Short Horrors

Portraits collection, linked to Demon’s Nightmares series and featuring experimental AI-generated portrait images, is built around new experiments on the human body, fresh experiences gained, and the exploration of pushing the boundaries of the body through AI tools.


November, 2024 
by Demon Ego

Moments When I Locked Myself in My Room

This collection, linked to Demon’s Nightmares series and featuring experimental AI-generated portrait images, is built around new experiments on the human body, fresh experiences gained, and the exploration of pushing the boundaries of the body...

Portraits collection, linked to Demon’s Nightmares series and featuring experimental AI-generated portrait images, is built around new experiments on the human body, fresh experiences gained, and the exploration of pushing the boundaries of the body through AI tools.


November, 2024
by Demon Ego

My First Horror Movie Experiences

Nightmares: Portraits

What inspires Demon is not only the human body but also uncanny and liminal spaces. This collection, representing experiments outside the human body, is a fiction about confusing and "dead" spaces that create inextricable nightmares, cause uneasiness, and can give goosebumps with their vastness and emptiness.

November, 2024
by Demon Eg⚉

Liminal Space 8

What inspires Demon is not only the human body but also uncanny and liminal spaces. This collection, representing experiments outside the human body, is a fiction about confusing and "dead" spaces that create inextricable nightmares, cause...

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