A red fist rises from a field of grayscale hands. Above it, the word HATE stands alone—bold, unfiltered, elemental. The canvas holds its charge without apology. The gesture is sharp. The presence is unmistakable.

Within the emotional system of The Triumph of Romanticism, HATE stands alongside HOPE, LIFE, FEAR, LOVE, and DEATH. Each canvas operates independently, yet together they form a complete field. HATE defines boundaries, fuels resistance, and carves identity. It moves through history, ideology, and myth with brutal clarity.

The red is one of six chromatic anchors. The fist repeats across the series, but here the voltage is raw, saturated, and unrelenting.

HATE doesn’t conclude. It holds its place.