#small work

Some miniature paintings. Skulls resting on sheer fabric or enveloped by plastic bags. Experimenting with colors.

Petals

artworks on small canvas

- Open / mixed media on canvas / 20 x 20 cm // in private collection

- Pray / mixed media on canvas / 24 x 30 cm // in private collection

- Strange Green - ze(lena) / mixed media on canvas / 24 x 18 cm // in private collection

- Black wind - (su)mrak / mixed media on canvas / 30 x 24 cm // in private collection

- Enlightenment / mixed media on canvas / 50 x 35 cm

"As I was saying earlier, the best course of action during these difficult times would be to..." Lena heard her own voice trailing off when her eyes got a glimpse of the square showing her image on the computer. The other squares were also apparently staring at the same thing she was, all of those Japanese, French, Canadian and Korean investors watching while her girlfriend, sweet, innocent, one of a kind girlfriend walked behind her in nothing but a towel.

Lena froze, not sure what she should do. She knew that having her office adjacent to her bedroom would be a bad idea one day, she just never thought it would be because Kara left the shower and decided it would be a great idea to not put on her clothes while she walked around texting or doing Rao knows what. For a second, a brief second, Lena considered throwing something at her to get her attention, but Kara didn't know she was in a conference call. It was a last-minute thing and Kara was already in the shower, but, goddamn, she has superhearing.

"Ms. Luthor?"

It doesn't matter who said it, Lena would never be able to remember this person's name, but she was a little thankful for that because it snapped her out of her fog. Lena spun her chair around and wiggled to the side to the back of her chair was blocking the view from the computer.

Earbuds still on her ear, Lena raised one eyebrow and whispered: "Kara, I'm on a meeting."

The reaction was, admittedly, comical. Kara looked up from her phone with a tiny frow between her brows while she tried to understand what was being told. She was a smart lady, though, and it took her just a couple of seconds before her eyes went wide and her entire body flushed with the hardest blush Lena had ever seen on her. Less than a second later, Kara was crouching on the floor, mouthing apologies while she tried to walk away without being noticed.

Which, of course, didn't work, but Lena was not going to be the one that breaks her dream. She did wait until she was alone again before turning around and facing the four men with her chin up. She considered explaining the situation but sometimes the silence speaks volumes - better volumes. So instead Lena cleared her throat and kept talking.

"In this new pandemic scenario, L-Corp is ready to..."

Later, after Kara uttered her apologies again, Lena only shook her head. "There really isn't a boring day with you, uh?"

"I'm so sorry! Lena, I..."

Mario Trejo, The Opening, 2018

Phosphorescent paint, acrylic, ink on wood