Comments on the artwork

A testament to perfect proportion and control over pastels, this reaper offers an eccentric take on an age-old allegory. Although depicted with the traditional scythe and lantern, we are approached with a lantern that has been torn, smoke proceeds to fill the stage and the reaper groans in sorrow. With guiding light tarnished and death itself proclaiming one last judgment of desperation, we are left in a state limbo. The last image burned into our retinas; a visually alluring scene of bones politely lit and silky cloth harmoniously billowing.