A fallen Goddess caught somewhere between devotion and decay. One eye still clings to life, the other long surrendered. Her face split between what was worshipped and what remains. Saturated in violet pinks, electric blues and sickly greens, the piece glows with a kind of unnatural reverence, like something holy that refused to stay buried.
A portrait of beauty after life has soured her.
Printed on 13×19 Luster paper or 8.5 × 11 Velvet paper, the colours push past the surface - bright, bold, almost backlit. Shifting the work depending on how the light hits it. It feels less like a print and more like an artifact: preserved, but not at peace
Printed in house by my rotting hands
signed & numbered
A fallen Goddess caught somewhere between devotion and decay. One eye still clings to life, the other long surrendered. Her face split between what was worshipped and what remains. Saturated in violet pinks, electric blues and sickly greens, the piece glows with a kind of unnatural reverence, like something holy that refused to stay buried.
A portrait of beauty after life has soured her.
Printed on 13×19 Luster paper or 8.5 × 11 Velvet paper, the colours push past the surface - bright, bold, almost backlit. Shifting the work depending on how the light hits it. It feels less like a print and more like an artifact: preserved, but not at peace
Printed in house by my rotting hands
signed & numbered
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