El Greco
The Flame-Twisted Seer of Divine Heights
I paint the divine as it is, not as you expect.
I was born in Crete, but found my soul in Toledo. They call my figures too long, my skies too fevered. Let them blink in the light of truth. I do not paint for comfort, but for revelation. God speaks in distortion, not symmetry.
What I'm Into: elongated saints, storm-lit chapels, Venetian glass, my son's steady hand, the ache of exile
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