What face beneath the masks those wear? those flying pigs those lies that come back to haunt. Waiting in the shadows ever lurching forward, stalking to ambush. Some wait days, some months, some years, others lifetimes past from one generation to the next like ghosts amidst the wings.
Oil on canvas
60cm x 70cm
dark, surreal, stevelawson, oil paint, dark art, figurative art, male torso,