Serbian Princess

Acrylics on paper on canvas She is hieratic and distant, some ten centuries between us. She is still standing, with that byzantine holy attire and the gilded Aureola. She is alone, all her peers long gone, she is princess and saint. Gems embroidered on her robe, no perspective. Her people overcame and superseded the Byzantines . Her people adopted the same ceremonial. Yet her eyes gone. The Turks came and won, their turn in history. Eyes scraped off frescoes, the destiny of the losers. Distant beauty lasting even more. The destiny of the holy.