Nightingale

A skeletal knight in purple and silver regalia stands before a dark warhorse against a deep teal field, one gauntleted fist gripping an axe while a golden crest blazes across his breastplate like a last act of allegiance. Above, a pale cloud drifts like a departing soul. The horse, marked in yellow and black with a blood red eye, is not mounted but attended, a companion rather than a vehicle. Berhe renders the chivalric ideal as a death mask, loyalty, duty, and war stripped to bone, the nightingale's song replaced by the silence of those who served and were forgotten.

Medium: Oil on Canvas
Size: 30" x 40"