Funeral

When an artist dies, people expect a legacy—sometimes emotional, sometimes material. But what if the only thing left is a grin?

This piece is a dark comedy. A man lies in his coffin, smiling smugly. Around him stand furious relatives, not mourning—just disappointed. Why?
Because he left nothing. No inheritance. No cash. Just art.

The man, a self-portrait in spirit, believed money was sacred—but only as a tool. He didn’t save. He didn’t invest.
He created.
And that was the true inheritance.

The black, block-like figures around him represent family—or society—expecting reward, but getting only questions. The message is simple: legacy isn't counted in bills, but in impact.

Technique & Materials:
Layered extruded polystyrene, painted with acrylic and resin-based paints. Strong, graphic outlines. A comic-book feel with a punch of existential sarcasm.

Color Palette:
Minimalist and bold: screaming orange background, black sorrow, white contrast. Like a silent film… but the kind that laughs at its own tragedy.