This piece is part 1 of a series of 4 entitled "Tetralogy of the Soul": Anguish, Hope, Purity and Melancholia.

Betrayal, fear, despair, past into the present. Sometimes only a word, a look can make you angry and, at the same time, so vulnerable and powerless. One transcends by breaking the chains of the crippled society that constrained him. Solitude is cathartic when it comes to healing the wounds of the soul. Original oil on canvas transformed into digital art. 3600 x 4267 pixels