Awaiting - 40x50cm
Oil Painting on Canvas Board 40×50cm (approx 16×20in) - unframed
Signed on the front
Certificate of Authenticity included
2025
“In the dimly lit room, a woman sat poised in a leather office chair, her body languid yet commanding. She wore a long, sleek trench coat that barely grazed the edges of the chair, the fabric flowing around her like a shadow. The air was thick with an almost decadent silence, the only light spilling from a single window, casting soft shadows on the cracked walls. Her gaze was direct, unreadable, as if she were both waiting and defying time itself. The room felt suspended in a dream, a moment captured in oil, where beauty and melancholy intertwined effortlessly. The light, low and golden, highlighted the smooth curve of her profile—an ethereal model in a scene frozen in quiet allure.”
Oil Painting on Canvas Board 40×50cm (approx 16×20in) - unframed
Signed on the front
Certificate of Authenticity included
2025
“In the dimly lit room, a woman sat poised in a leather office chair, her body languid yet commanding. She wore a long, sleek trench coat that barely grazed the edges of the chair, the fabric flowing around her like a shadow. The air was thick with an almost decadent silence, the only light spilling from a single window, casting soft shadows on the cracked walls. Her gaze was direct, unreadable, as if she were both waiting and defying time itself. The room felt suspended in a dream, a moment captured in oil, where beauty and melancholy intertwined effortlessly. The light, low and golden, highlighted the smooth curve of her profile—an ethereal model in a scene frozen in quiet allure.”
Oil Painting on Canvas Board 40×50cm (approx 16×20in) - unframed
Signed on the front
Certificate of Authenticity included
2025
“In the dimly lit room, a woman sat poised in a leather office chair, her body languid yet commanding. She wore a long, sleek trench coat that barely grazed the edges of the chair, the fabric flowing around her like a shadow. The air was thick with an almost decadent silence, the only light spilling from a single window, casting soft shadows on the cracked walls. Her gaze was direct, unreadable, as if she were both waiting and defying time itself. The room felt suspended in a dream, a moment captured in oil, where beauty and melancholy intertwined effortlessly. The light, low and golden, highlighted the smooth curve of her profile—an ethereal model in a scene frozen in quiet allure.”