Surreal village of melting walls and wildly curved houses

Transautomatism unleashed in Hundertwasser’s style—{a labyrinthine village|a solitary crooked house} where walls melt into rivers of {liquid silver|phosphorescent algae}, roofs sprout wildflowers that bloom into tiny suns, doorways warp into portals of vibrating color gradients, the composition rejecting all straight edges in favor of drunkenly joyful curves, painted with a palette knife’s reckless splendor, the viewer’s eye dragged along spiraling pathways that collapse into pure abstraction at the edges, a dizzying hymn to entropy.