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The Lament of Limbs The Plagues Web
3D Render by BelmonttyThe Lament of Limbs: The Plague’s Web
“Inside his mind, bodies never die… they just change shape.Art by Belmonty
Medium: 3D-Digital Illustration – Conceptual Horror.
Blender, Daztudio, Ps
Oct-2025
In this piece, horror does not arise from the monster itself, but from the mind that creates it.
“The Lament of Limbs: The Plague’s Webportrays the psychosis of a killer who turns guilt and obsession with human flesh into an act of creation.
The creature that dwells within his delirium ( a spider composed of decomposing limbs and skulls) becomes the symbolic reflection of his decaying sanity.
Each thread in its web is woven from memories and fragments of consciousness.
The victims, stripped of identity, become part of the artwork -suspended between art and punishment.
The “plagueis not a disease of the flesh, but of the mind: an infection that devours identity until the creator and his creation are one and the same.
The work explores the fragile line between beauty and repulsion, reason and madness, revealing that true horror is not always seen… sometimes, it is imagined.
“Inside his mind, bodies never die… they just change shape.Art by Belmonty
Medium: 3D-Digital Illustration – Conceptual Horror.
Blender, Daztudio, Ps
Oct-2025
In this piece, horror does not arise from the monster itself, but from the mind that creates it.
“The Lament of Limbs: The Plague’s Webportrays the psychosis of a killer who turns guilt and obsession with human flesh into an act of creation.
The creature that dwells within his delirium ( a spider composed of decomposing limbs and skulls) becomes the symbolic reflection of his decaying sanity.
Each thread in its web is woven from memories and fragments of consciousness.
The victims, stripped of identity, become part of the artwork -suspended between art and punishment.
The “plagueis not a disease of the flesh, but of the mind: an infection that devours identity until the creator and his creation are one and the same.
The work explores the fragile line between beauty and repulsion, reason and madness, revealing that true horror is not always seen… sometimes, it is imagined.