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ORIGINAL ARTWORK DETAILS
• Title: The Matador
• Medium: Charcoal on Archival Fine Art Paper
• Dimensions: 30” x 42”
• Original: Not For Sale. Order Prints Here
• Packaging: fully insured delivery
• Flat Rate Shipping in the U.S. (inquiry for international shipping.)
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ABOUT THE PIECE:
I felt this piece with my whole soul. I don't know what kind of troll hole your love life has crawled through, but for years, looking for actual, reciprocating fire felt like hunting the tooth fairy.
I was looking for a bull. And if you're hunting a bull, you don’t get to complain when the floor shakes.
Bullfighting is an ancient, sweat-soaked blood sport where someone is bound to bleed. The matador doesn't step out onto the dirt looking for a safe conversation or an emotional compromise. You crave lethal friction. You want something heavy, dangerous, and completely incapable of faking it. You don't negotiate. You let the collision happen.
This 1970s sunken living room is the arena.
She’s towering in foreground. Framing him like an ultimatum. Across a sea of shag carpet, he’s got that cool, unbothered Don Draper slouch. One hand propping his jaw, one hand somewhere else. Eyes locked, taking in the view.
Neither one of them is giving an inch.
I drew this because I was starving. I was done with lukewarm, microwaveable compromises passing for modern romance.
I needed to see if two people could inhabit a room without one of them shrinking.
I scratched this out of pure, stubborn longing, betting against the house that an appetite this fierce actually walked the earth.
This piece is called The Matador.
Five years later, for the record: it does.
May The Matador remind you to quit watering down your whiskey. Stop hanging around the petting zoo when what you actually want is the bull pit.
Wait for the one who can look you dead in the eye and meet you with a ring.
Pairs Well with “Lust Drunk” by Sebastian Paul
ORIGINAL ARTWORK DETAILS
• Title: The Matador
• Medium: Charcoal on Archival Fine Art Paper
• Dimensions: 30” x 42”
• Original: Not For Sale. Order Prints Here
• Packaging: fully insured delivery
• Flat Rate Shipping in the U.S. (inquiry for international shipping.)
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ABOUT THE PIECE:
I felt this piece with my whole soul. I don't know what kind of troll hole your love life has crawled through, but for years, looking for actual, reciprocating fire felt like hunting the tooth fairy.
I was looking for a bull. And if you're hunting a bull, you don’t get to complain when the floor shakes.
Bullfighting is an ancient, sweat-soaked blood sport where someone is bound to bleed. The matador doesn't step out onto the dirt looking for a safe conversation or an emotional compromise. You crave lethal friction. You want something heavy, dangerous, and completely incapable of faking it. You don't negotiate. You let the collision happen.
This 1970s sunken living room is the arena.
She’s towering in foreground. Framing him like an ultimatum. Across a sea of shag carpet, he’s got that cool, unbothered Don Draper slouch. One hand propping his jaw, one hand somewhere else. Eyes locked, taking in the view.
Neither one of them is giving an inch.
I drew this because I was starving. I was done with lukewarm, microwaveable compromises passing for modern romance.
I needed to see if two people could inhabit a room without one of them shrinking.
I scratched this out of pure, stubborn longing, betting against the house that an appetite this fierce actually walked the earth.
This piece is called The Matador.
Five years later, for the record: it does.
May The Matador remind you to quit watering down your whiskey. Stop hanging around the petting zoo when what you actually want is the bull pit.
Wait for the one who can look you dead in the eye and meet you with a ring.
Pairs Well with “Lust Drunk” by Sebastian Paul
