A beautiful complex of the (Sitting in self pity, he stared remotely ahead. through a tunnel of vision, he could see the jeering figures, and his gaze turned into a spiteful glare. spiraling in the abyss, the rocks cut his fingers, and he resigned to the shroud of darkness:1.3), by (Fairfield Porter and Mike Mignola:0.8), (Fresco and Tempera:0.8), (painting:0.3) | Painting