Regardless of the angle, « Iron Mike » exudes danger, with an animality that threatens to explode at any moment. His gaze is in turns elusive, unbearable, piercing. “I keep my eyes on him. I keep my eyes on him. Then once I see a chink in his armor, boom, one of his eyes may move, and then I know I have him ».
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Mike
200 x 200 cm
Chinese ink and acrylic on rice paper and canvas
Price on request
