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"Some men dissolve slowly, in public, and everyone calls it presence."
- Nat Berhe

A ghost-like head materializes from a blood-red field, the face nearly consumed by white and gray streaks that pull and smear the features toward erasure. Dark suited shoulders ground the figure, while a greenish rectangular plane behind him, reading like a television screen or an open door, suggests mediation and distance. The painting lives in the tension between being seen and being effaced, between power and disappearance.

Medium: Oil on Canvas
Size: 48" x 36"