A yellow fist rises from a field of grayscale hands. Above it, the word DEATH stands alone—bold, elemental, unsoftened. The canvas offers no metaphor. The gesture is the message.

Within the emotional system of The Triumph of Romanticism, DEATH holds equal weight with HOPE, LIFE, FEAR, LOVE, and HATE. Each canvas operates independently, yet together they form a complete field of human intensity. DEATH marks the edge of belief, the threshold of myth, the moment systems confront their own limits.

The yellow is one of six chromatic anchors. The fist repeats across the series, but here the charge is stark, radiant, and irreversible.

DEATH doesn’t conclude. It defines.