Original artwork description:

The mother abbess,

They wander veiled so as not to be seen
Their eyes are uncovered, they always keep them open
So many thorns sprout on their heads, for every person they aim for
They have red chimneys in their wings, to wish you all possible evils soon
They pass without being seen, so disguised they seem sad
And instead they love to say the right thing
Of course for them, they tell you as with a whip!
Falsehood and hypocrisy, "of course it's not my thing!"
They bask in their pride and they don't care about all that impedes it
Sure of themselves and of what they think, walk away from us before they smell your perfume!

People... look at them carefully before trusting, they are not always who you think! Ready to cover when you least expect it... I called them "different angels" because they are so nice when they talk and when you see them, and you would never expect anything bad from them.

Materials used:

Oil on. Canvas