The Devil’s Courtesan

2024

Acrylic, Mixed Media, Oil, Spray Paint, Krink Pen on canvas 

48 x 60 

$11,500

She sits—a jagged Venus, naked but armored, her spiked silhouette carving through the velvet haze of a Rococo dream. A bottle of Dom at her side, a mirrored plate kissed with white powder in her lap. Above her, a fractured hand descends-not the hand of God bestowing scripture, but a sly, divine whisper, feeding her cherries, the fruit of temptation itself.

Her face is a mask, grotesque and holy-devil horns piercing the air, a halo floating above like a cosmic punchline. Because seduction, at its core, is contradiction: beauty wrapped in danger, pleasure laced with ruin. The seductress is often more feared than loved; she is the dark sorceress, the one who leads men astray. And yet… they follow. Always.

Beneath her throne, two anonymous lovers tangle in shadow, their feet sticking out like the last flickers of decency vanishing under the weight of desire. She reigns above them— both witness and architect of the chaos.

This is no passive muse. 

She is Lilith reclining in a postmodern Eden, demanding worship while quietly corrupting the altar. The ugly beauty of her face? That’s truth revealed, mask torn off: desire never comes pure. Love never comes without shadow.

She’s the first to arrive, the last to leave-the patron saint of indulgence, waiting to see who dares to join her on the couch… and who dares to taste the cherry.