Two men, two ways of ruling. One wears a dinner jacket and white shirt, a red rose on his lapel. His hand rises in a calm gesture, his face in orange and ochre, heavy with years.
The other is painted entirely in blue, arms propped on a table, a watch on his wrist, his gaze alert. Behind them both lie night blue and black, torn open by vertical strokes of gold metallic that run down like rain on a windowpane.
Power can be quiet or loud. Both faces pay for it.
This pair has been sold. Name two faces that mean power to you: as a commission, they are created anew, side by side.












