Midnight Cigarette
Acrylic on Canvas Panel (30 cm x 22 cm)
This portrait by Eduardo Ahmin radiates charisma wrapped in golden sun—an homage to boldness, flair, and the kind of confidence that doesn’t ask permission. The figure turns in profile, sharply defined against a warm, glowing backdrop. With a cigarette perched casually at the lips, a cocked sailor hat, and a perfectly styled mustache, he carries the swagger of another era—part Greaser, part Matador, entirely his own myth.
There’s mischief in the eyes, but also mystery. He could be a drifter, a lover, a legend in his own lunchtime. The brushwork is soft, almost romantic, yet the figure’s pose—half undressed, fully composed—crackles with unspoken story. He is sun-kissed and self-assured, haloed in a palette of ochres and rose.
Acrylic on Canvas Panel (30 cm x 22 cm)
This portrait by Eduardo Ahmin radiates charisma wrapped in golden sun—an homage to boldness, flair, and the kind of confidence that doesn’t ask permission. The figure turns in profile, sharply defined against a warm, glowing backdrop. With a cigarette perched casually at the lips, a cocked sailor hat, and a perfectly styled mustache, he carries the swagger of another era—part Greaser, part Matador, entirely his own myth.
There’s mischief in the eyes, but also mystery. He could be a drifter, a lover, a legend in his own lunchtime. The brushwork is soft, almost romantic, yet the figure’s pose—half undressed, fully composed—crackles with unspoken story. He is sun-kissed and self-assured, haloed in a palette of ochres and rose.
Acrylic on Canvas Panel (30 cm x 22 cm)
This portrait by Eduardo Ahmin radiates charisma wrapped in golden sun—an homage to boldness, flair, and the kind of confidence that doesn’t ask permission. The figure turns in profile, sharply defined against a warm, glowing backdrop. With a cigarette perched casually at the lips, a cocked sailor hat, and a perfectly styled mustache, he carries the swagger of another era—part Greaser, part Matador, entirely his own myth.
There’s mischief in the eyes, but also mystery. He could be a drifter, a lover, a legend in his own lunchtime. The brushwork is soft, almost romantic, yet the figure’s pose—half undressed, fully composed—crackles with unspoken story. He is sun-kissed and self-assured, haloed in a palette of ochres and rose.