- IRIX PRESENTS -
DEAD GODS GALLERY
FOR THOSE WHO SEE BEYOND THE VEIL
THE CREED
In an age bereft of the sacred,
truth is branded heresy,
the muse silenced and betrayed.
This Cathedral crowns the fallen.
Here, idols are broken and reborn.
Here, every wound unveils divinity.
YOU ARE BORN TO CARRY THE FIRE.
Step into the circle of the enthroned.
THE creed
In an age bereft of the sacred,
truth is branded heresy,
the muse silenced and betrayed.
This Cathedral crowns the fallen.
Here, idols are broken and reborn.
Here, every wound unveils divinity.
YOU ARE BORN TO CARRY THE FIRE.
Step into the circle of the enthroned.
MASTER EDITIONS
One icon. One altar. One throne.
The Master Editions are the pillars of this Cathedral: monumental in stature, they cannot be repeated.
They are not possessions, but thrones of fire — to bear one is to stand as custodian of the fallen, to guard the wound made holy, to keep the flame for a generation blind to light.
Only the anointed, the seers, the keepers of reckoning should dare to hold their gaze.
the titan scale
COLLECTOR EDITIONS
Echoes of the altar.
The Collector’s Editions are smaller in form, but bound to the same covenant.
Like Icarus reaching skyward, each one is a relic for those who dare to rise, knowing the cost of ambition and the beauty of the fall. These are not ornaments, but embers drawn from the pyre — carried by those who feel the pull of the sacred fire.
For those born to witness, even the fragment is fire.
THE EXILED PROPHETS
A monument to awe in an age that forgot how to kneel.
Here the icons rise in titan scale, their presence confronting, their silence unbroken. Every gaze enthrones, every wound convicts.
The world consumes its prophets.
Here, the law is reversal: idols crowned, wounds enthroned.
To read the Doctrine is to betray the machine that crucified them.
every hand leaves its mark
the artist // irix
In an age that sells beauty as spectacle, IRIX turns icons into weapons. Every piece is venom against the machine, revelation for those who still see.
Her work wields Baroque grandeur and chiaroscuro shadow, recast in the saturated palette of pop. Light and wound collide until idols are broken, reborn, and enthroned.