Bernadine cemetery angel statue 1

Alt text: Green and turquoise abstract with white branch shapes and a tall white angel statue profile

Detailed description:

Bernardine cemetery angel statue 1

Acrylic paint and markers on canvas, 30 × 40 cm.

The painting is composed of shades of dark green, emerald, turquoise, silver, light grey, and black.

The background consists of layered areas of green and turquoise tones, applied with visible brushstrokes. The paint forms irregular overlapping patches, allowing darker and lighter tones to appear through one another.

In the upper part of the canvas, large irregular white shapes are distributed across the surface. Several thin green lines run through these forms, suggesting simplified branches.

Near the center of the composition stands a tall vertical figure rendered in white with black outlines. The figure suggests an angel statue with raised wings. The figure is shown in profile, so only one wing is fully visible. The wing is painted black and marked with several short, curved white strokes that indicate feather-like forms. Two parallel white lines extending upward indicate the second wing behind the first.

In the lower part of the composition, several dark cross shapes appear, suggesting grave markers. These elements are rendered in black with rough, uneven edges.

A large, dark, irregular horizontal shape extends across the lower-left portion of the painting, partially overlapping the crosses and the base of the central figure.

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.