Classic No. 4 With your hand on your chest...

I've erased the hand, leaving only the face. The promise is gone, but the gaze remains: serene, uncertain, timeless. Her greenish skin seems to decompose or mutate, as if time were calling for it.

His stiff neck anchors him to his time, but his expression floats toward ours. He no longer swears allegiance to anything. He simply observes, forcing us to hold his gaze.

Technique: Oil

Support: Canvas

Measurements: 180 X 180 cm