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This one hurt to paint. It’s about the toll—what war, judgment, and shame can do to a person over time. I stripped the figure down to her bones, literally and emotionally. She stands bare, a skeletal witness, still feminine, still sacred. I saw her as every woman who’s been picked apart by the world but kept standing. I felt sorrow as I worked on this, but also fierce respect.
The palette centers on dusty ochres and burnt sienna skin tones, contrasted with a searing red-pink background that seems to radiate both heat and threat. Her figure is emaciated, but the breasts remain full and painted with a jarring red that confronts the viewer. The anatomical realism is stylized, almost anatomical illustration meets Catholic iconography. A quiet horror rests in her stillness.
This one hurt to paint. It’s about the toll—what war, judgment, and shame can do to a person over time. I stripped the figure down to her bones, literally and emotionally. She stands bare, a skeletal witness, still feminine, still sacred. I saw her as every woman who’s been picked apart by the world but kept standing. I felt sorrow as I worked on this, but also fierce respect.
The palette centers on dusty ochres and burnt sienna skin tones, contrasted with a searing red-pink background that seems to radiate both heat and threat. Her figure is emaciated, but the breasts remain full and painted with a jarring red that confronts the viewer. The anatomical realism is stylized, almost anatomical illustration meets Catholic iconography. A quiet horror rests in her stillness.