In the dim light of the Salem morning, the woman’s form seemed to dissolve before the eyes of the townsfolk. Her figure, once resolute and human, melted away into a haunting embodiment of despair and injustice. The weight of her conviction pressed heavily upon her, each drop of her melting silhouette a silent testament to the cruelty of the witch trials. Around her, whispers of fear and superstition clung to the air, but in her fading shape lay a profound sorrow—a reminder of innocence lost to hysteria and fear. Through the drips and dissolving edges, her truth lingered, a quiet yet powerful protest against the madness that condemned her.
Acrylic paint on 16 in. x 20 in. canvas.
In the dim light of the Salem morning, the woman’s form seemed to dissolve before the eyes of the townsfolk. Her figure, once resolute and human, melted away into a haunting embodiment of despair and injustice. The weight of her conviction pressed heavily upon her, each drop of her melting silhouette a silent testament to the cruelty of the witch trials. Around her, whispers of fear and superstition clung to the air, but in her fading shape lay a profound sorrow—a reminder of innocence lost to hysteria and fear. Through the drips and dissolving edges, her truth lingered, a quiet yet powerful protest against the madness that condemned her.
Acrylic paint on 16 in. x 20 in. canvas.
