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48 x 60 inches, Acrylic, Oil on Canvas
From the ruins of Pompeii, a force reclaims its ground. The bull emerges through fractured columns and ash-worn surfaces — its form not destroyed, but revealed. Light breaks across its mass, catching gold and bronze along the ridge, as if time itself has burnished what could not be buried. Embedded within the architecture are fragments of ancient inscription — Vivere est cogitare, In vino veritas, Quis custodiet ipsos custodes — echoes of thought, truth, and vigilance. This is not resurrection. This is persistence. What survives is not what was built — but what cannot be broken.
48 x 60 inches, Acrylic, Oil on Canvas
From the ruins of Pompeii, a force reclaims its ground. The bull emerges through fractured columns and ash-worn surfaces — its form not destroyed, but revealed. Light breaks across its mass, catching gold and bronze along the ridge, as if time itself has burnished what could not be buried. Embedded within the architecture are fragments of ancient inscription — Vivere est cogitare, In vino veritas, Quis custodiet ipsos custodes — echoes of thought, truth, and vigilance. This is not resurrection. This is persistence. What survives is not what was built — but what cannot be broken.