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A woman gazes straight out, calm and unflinching, her magenta hair blazing against a field of deep cobalt. Her skin isn't painted so much as built — dripped, spattered, and layered in flecks of gold, green, and rose, as if she's made of the same restless color that surrounds her. The contrast is the whole charge of the piece: fire-red hair against cool blue dark, stillness in the face against riot in the surface. She holds her ground like she's been doing it a long time.
Private Collection
A woman gazes straight out, calm and unflinching, her magenta hair blazing against a field of deep cobalt. Her skin isn't painted so much as built — dripped, spattered, and layered in flecks of gold, green, and rose, as if she's made of the same restless color that surrounds her. The contrast is the whole charge of the piece: fire-red hair against cool blue dark, stillness in the face against riot in the surface. She holds her ground like she's been doing it a long time.
Private Collection