n. 592 The immortals

To try to please or perpetuate the memory of themselves, men willingly represent themselves in drawings, photographs or paintings but where do these anonymous works go and most of the time without quality? With a certain irony the engraver imagines their destiny: in a vast hemicycle where the portraits that fall from the sky are layered without order, oblivion is assured. The tones are warm and velvety thanks to the use of amber ink and the result is an image with an enigmatic atmosphere.