Bernadine cemetery angel statue 2

Alt text: Dark green and olive abstract scene with a dark angel silhouette and a white cross

Detailed description:

Bernardine cemetery angel statue 2

Acrylic on canvas, 30 × 40 cm.

The painting is composed of shades of dark green, olive, grey-blue, silver, and black.

The background consists of layered areas of dark green and olive tones, applied with visible brushstrokes. The paint is uneven, allowing the canvas texture to remain visible in several areas.

Near the center of the composition appears a large, irregular vertical shape painted in pale grey-blue. The form has soft, uneven edges and partially transparent areas where the darker background shows through.

In front of this lighter area stands a dark figure, suggesting an angel statue with raised wings. The figure is rendered in dark grey and black tones with rough, painterly edges.

Silver highlights indicate parts of the wings and the elongated vertical form of the statue.

To the left of the figure, a tall, narrow cross is painted white. Darker shapes in the surrounding area loosely suggest additional vertical monuments or crosses.

A wide, dark horizontal shape extends across the lower part of the composition, partially overlapping the base of the statue and other elements.

She fell silent, a few lines left unsung. She cut herself off right in the middle of a word, in the middle of a note, and froze — just stood there, staring into the hall. It wasn’t that people had never walked out on her before, but it was those shoulders, that way he’d fuss with his coat as he walked, that stupid hat of his, as always — what a show-off, honestly, such a show-off.

If you’ve come to a concert from the other side, you could at least stay until the end; would it have killed you, huh? You used to love it once…

"It’s not that, it’s not that," he apologized, standing in the dressing room doorway, twirling some dodgy bunch of weed in his hands. "I just remembered you’re supposed to bring flowers for the women you love. It hit me at the last second, I thought you wouldn't notice, but there’s only angelica* growing nearby, and I’ve got no money — where would I even get any?

Missus, oh Missus, won't you take the flowers? The audience isn't offended, I hope.

They have a long time to live now.”

* Garden Angelica (Angelica archangelica). According to legend, Archangel Michael revealed its medicinal properties to monks, saving many lives during the plague. It is traditionally said to bloom on his feast day.