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We all fall down.
She’s not posing, she’s collapsing inwardly. Head in hand, eyes closed, cigarette going out.
We sang that nursery rhyme as children, holding hands in a circle, laughing when we dropped. We didn’t know it was about ending. She knows now. That’s the quiet tragedy in this piece - a private collapse in the middle of a place that keeps moving.
I kept her in fractured color for that reason - orange and rose where the light tries to stay warm, cold blue and black where it can’t.
This piece holds the weight of a much larger story. For the wall where you want truth, not just decoration.
Oil on birch panel - 8 × 8 in. / 20 × 20 cm.
Custom framed in oak.
Delivery fees and crating included.
We all fall down.
She’s not posing, she’s collapsing inwardly. Head in hand, eyes closed, cigarette going out.
We sang that nursery rhyme as children, holding hands in a circle, laughing when we dropped. We didn’t know it was about ending. She knows now. That’s the quiet tragedy in this piece - a private collapse in the middle of a place that keeps moving.
I kept her in fractured color for that reason - orange and rose where the light tries to stay warm, cold blue and black where it can’t.
This piece holds the weight of a much larger story. For the wall where you want truth, not just decoration.
Oil on birch panel - 8 × 8 in. / 20 × 20 cm.
Custom framed in oak.
Delivery fees and crating included.