It was a blood moon, a rare phenomenon. She let herself be consumed, swallowed and digested, inhaling the darkness. She knew it; it felt familiar, almost safe, to be embraced by the demon’s dark hand. So often she surrendered to the dark thoughts that they became easier to inhabit than the light, even though she knew the light, too, was hers to claim… As if.
Oil on canvas
47 × 39 in (120 × 100 cm)
2025
Unframed
It was a blood moon, a rare phenomenon. She let herself be consumed, swallowed and digested, inhaling the darkness. She knew it; it felt familiar, almost safe, to be embraced by the demon’s dark hand. So often she surrendered to the dark thoughts that they became easier to inhabit than the light, even though she knew the light, too, was hers to claim… As if.
Oil on canvas
47 × 39 in (120 × 100 cm)
2025
Unframed
