Death lingered in the bed behind him. Its tendrils swirled and hissed. How long was he shackled in its embrace? He fought gallantly for the will to live until madness, no exhaustion, or both pushed him over the edge.
The priest came. He confessed. His soul was wiped clean. He was ready to leave this broken meat cage and receive his eternal salvation. One final gasp and he was freed.
Where was the bright light? Where was the warm embrace? Death cackled behind him.
The Wretched Soul
Acrylic paints on stretched canvas. Fully finished with satin varnish to protect the painting. The painting is 24 inches tall by 36 inches wide and 1 inch deep. Plaster is used under the paint to create an interesting texture on the canvas.
Moody. That sums up what I was feeling while creating this piece. I work on my pieces in stages. I was not particularly fond of what I had put on the canvas, so I grabbed some black and got to work. The figure on the left came out of no where. Then, I knew, this was a broken soul. The texture under the canvas looked liked a raised hospital bed to me. Thus, A Wretched Soul was born.
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