People stood sparingly across the hall - chatting, maybe reminiscing, scattered. Most of them dressed with somber. Blacks. Grays. Muted greens..
She cries & she smiles.. weary. Holding a plastic bag in one hand and her other hand tucked into the pocket of her oversized black coat. She hesitates at the threshold, sometimes gazing aimlessly - unable to enter.
The elderly soloist goes on and on.. an eternal echo. untitled
2025
Acrylic on canvas, 20x26in
Untitled 2024 Acrylic on canvas
Do it urself (homage)
2023
Acrylic on paper, 12.4x14in