In a world where life is treated with reckless abandon, even Death himself succumbs to exhaustion. This painting from the Falling Angels series portrays a fallen angel cradling a weary, defeated Death - his scythe slipping from his grasp, his skeletal from drained of purpose.

It is a haunting reflextion on humanity's destructive tendencies, the relentless cycle of violence and the fading boundaries between life and oblivion. What happens when even Death can no longer keep up with the chaos we create?