Užupis Angel statue in red

Alt text: Minimalist dark red outline of an angel on a column against a textured gray and silver background

Detailed description:

Leidari Dey

Užupis Angel statue in red

Acrylic on canvas (stretched on stretcher bars, unframed).

24×30 cm, vertical.

Style: Abstract with figurative elements.

The painting is composed mainly of gray, white, and dark red tones.

In the center of the canvas is the simplified outline of the Užupis Angel statue, painted in dark red. The figure stands on a narrow vertical column. The contour is uneven and fluid, as if drawn in a single continuous brushstroke.

The angel holds a long trumpet-like shape extending diagonally upward to the left. The instrument is suggested with only a few dark red lines. One wing extends outward to the right, while the other forms an irregular curved shape to the left.

Several dark red paint drips run vertically downward from the figure's body and from the base of the column.

The background consists of irregular areas of light gray, darker gray, and also silver paint with visible brush and palette-knife texture.

Across the upper background are white linear drawings forming circular and looping shapes. Nearby are small white dots arranged in loose vertical rows.

A wide white brushstroke runs diagonally behind the red figure from the upper right toward the center.

The canvas surface shows visible texture, layered paint, and raised marks throughout the composition.

… in a drawer he found Grandma’s necklace. Twiddled it in his hands, lost in thought, couldn’t let go. He kept holding the necklace even while drinking coffee - a bitter, foul mess, gazing at it between the bites of his cookie. A bite, a sip, a glance, again and again and again. Couldn't figure out what to do with it.

Grandma passed years before, and now he could barely imagine her wearing this monstrosity - huge red stones set in gold - on her stately neck. He desperately wanted to get rid of it. There was no point in selling—he didn’t need money and the hassle even more so. Didn't have anyone to gift it to. Wouldn't, even if he had someone, as grandma wasn’t the kind of person whose things you could put on someone you loved. Ugh.

Suddenly left the house, even without his jacket, still holding the necklace in hand, wandered without any direction, until he hit a construction site. He found a hole in the mesh fence, more decorative than protective, slipped through. Tossed the necklace into the concrete mixer, and left. A little surprise for someone, someday.