art povera style a decrepit citadel, a hunched and twisted humanoid with tattered, fungal encrusted wings and a noxious aura that seems to writhe like a living thing, standing amidst a fetid morass of decayed vegetation and crumbling stone, surrounded by flickering candles casting eerie shadows and the pale glow of diseased fungi, while a dark and foreboding storm clouds gather in the background, their thunderous boom echoing through the air as the wind howls and the very ground seems to tremble with malevolent energy. . poor art, everyday materials, radical