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Mi 03.07.2024 00:00:41    37.204      +7    3.541.279    95,2 Mastodon.ART              4.2.9      500
Di 02.07.2024 00:01:44    37.197      +5    3.539.142    95,1 Mastodon.ART              4.2.9      500
Mo 01.07.2024 00:00:43    37.192      +8    3.536.606    95,1 Mastodon.ART              4.2.9      500
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Sa 29.06.2024 00:01:13    37.180      +7    3.533.836    95,0 Mastodon.ART              4.2.9      500
Fr 28.06.2024 00:01:07    37.173      +7    3.531.361    95,0 Mastodon.ART              4.2.9      500
Do 27.06.2024 00:01:07    37.166      +4    3.529.901    95,0 Mastodon.ART              4.2.9      500
Mi 26.06.2024 00:01:07    37.162      +2    3.528.251    94,9 Mastodon.ART              4.2.9      500
Di 25.06.2024 00:00:06    37.160      +8    3.525.505    94,9 Mastodon.ART              4.2.9      500
Mo 24.06.2024 00:00:10    37.152       0    3.523.242    94,8 Mastodon.ART              4.2.9      500

Mi 03.07.2024 17:46

SHE (2004)
Oil on Linen - 48" x 36"

A private commission for the book by H. Rider Haggard. 1/4

At the end of a long thin ramp of craggy rock, a woman trailing raven black hair casts a glance to the audience as she's poised with weight on her lead foot ready to launch into open air. Much of the painting is dark but a cone of light starting off-panel left highlights her lithe figure. Red background bleeds through thin skirts. The outline of her legs contrasts darkly against rippling folds. An updraft of air captured in the light around her sweeps upward to a hinted outline of mountains. Her arms are flung wide. A long veil wraps the side of her face, frames her chin, and billows out to where she holds the end loosely with the tips of her fingers. Wispy forward-arcing lines—jagged like an abstracted bolt of lightning—descend over her, curving back down to point to her lead knee.

At the end of a long thin ramp of craggy rock, a woman trailing raven black hair casts a glance to the audience as she's poised with weight on her lead foot ready to launch into open air. Much of the painting is dark but a cone of light starting off-panel left highlights her lithe figure. Red background bleeds through thin skirts. The outline of her legs contrasts darkly against rippling folds. An updraft of air captured in the light around her sweeps upward to a hinted outline of mountains. Her arms are flung wide. A long veil wraps the side of her face, frames her chin, and billows out to where she holds the end loosely with the tips of her fingers. Wispy forward-arcing lines—jagged like an abstracted bolt of lightning—descend over her, curving back down to point to her lead knee.

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