Angel at Restauradores square
Acrylic paint and markers on canvas, 30 × 40 cm.
For sale at the exhibition "Ex Angelica in Anglicam".
Price: €450
Send an email to leidari.dey.the.artist@gmail.com for more details or to make a purchase.
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Alt text: Vertical split of gold and blue with a dark green winged angel statue in the center
Detailed description:
Leidari Dey
Angel at Restauradores Square.
Acrylic paint and markers on canvas (stretched on stretcher bars, unframed).
30×40 cm, vertical.
Style: Abstract with figurative elements.
The composition is divided vertically into two large color fields.
The left half of the canvas is covered by a broad golden-yellow area with visible brushstrokes and uneven edges.
The right half is painted in deep blue tones with darker vertical paint drips descending from the upper part of the canvas.
Along the border between these two areas appears the silhouette of a winged figure resembling an angel statue. The figure is painted in dark green, with a lighter turquoise shape that touches the central part of the body, suggesting a shadow.
The angel raises one arm, holding a small, circular, wreath-like form. Thin yellow lines trace parts of the figure, emphasizing the contours of the raised arm and parts of the draped garment.
The wings extend diagonally outward from the body, forming irregular feathered shapes against the golden background.
Narrative description
Two idiots were standing at the club entrance. At least, that’s what she thought; the boy kept saying they were his friends and they’d let them in. God, I hope they don't, she thought. To hell with the club, the concert, the boy, and me too. Let the idiots stay; I hope they’re doing great, as long as they don't let us in.
And they didn’t. Said the place was packed, no more room—tonight's concert is not for you, Madame.
"They probably didn't like my sheer blouse," she told the moody boy. "A club is a club, but you've got to have some decency. It's not like some random prick is on stage, it’s that guy... what's his name..."
The boy was pissed off. She said, "Listen, why don’t you go on without me?"
That’s what he did.
She walked for a long time after. Along the embankment, over the bridges, through the streets, under the stars. A good night. A very good night.