A wide moody portrait of a young man standing alone in a bare winter orchard at dusk, black branches heavy with crows. He wears a white poet shirt with the laces undone at the throat, sleeves loose, a long black greatcoat hanging from his shoulders like wings, and a garnet stickpin at his collar. In his extended right hand he offers a single red apple toward the viewer, one bite already taken from it. His head is bowed slightly, dark lashes low, mouth curved in a courteous, terrible invitation. Snow gathers on his shoulders and in his pale hair. The only color in the frame is the apple and the garnet pin, both burning against the monochrome. A dying amber sun bleeds through the fog behind the trees, rimming every branch in copper while his face falls into soft blue shadow. The mood is mythic, cold, and seductive.
@mbrH,digital illustration
