Paintings by Majeye

Erotic relics. Ritual threads. Glamour that bites back.

These works are not mere paintings—they are devotional detonations stitched in secrecy and sealed in skin-memory. Every feather, wine stain, bloodline, and glinting shard has been lived, worn, drunk, bled, or broken by the artist herself. What hangs before you is not decoration, but aftermath: each canvas a magickal corpse, reanimated. Garments ritually worn, wine ritually drunk, and relics ritually sewn—these are not props but offerings. Some paintings weep, some judge, some seduce, and others carry curses only the brave should risk decoding.

Beneath the acrylic and fabric hums a current of erotic invocation and esoteric revenge. From resurrected queens and skeletal lovers to trickster emperors and crucified moths, every piece is a psychic trapdoor lined in lace and teeth. Majeye paints with her body as much as her brush, merging death-glamour, occult pageantry, and sacred vengeance into relics. Welcome to the mirror corridor. Not all who look will see. Not all who see will leave unchanged. Majeye has many more that are not yet shown.

Image is only the threshhold. Click to decode its intent.

(Placards and Majeye’s encoded lens within.)

✨ Read to the end.
After the placards, a song is placed like a kiss.
For those who press play, the painting breathes back.