








This is a vanity mirror held up to power itself. Suits, crowns, stacks of cash, and not a heartbeat in the room. The piece works because it's deadpan about it, no wink, no apology, just thirteen skeletons doing what bosses do. Deep, saturated greens and burning gold give it the weight of an oil painting. It belongs in spaces where the owner isn't afraid of a little dark irony on the wall.