Strong, thick application supports the likes of Julius Cappa's renderings. The man with a cap hat and a long line of something standing from between his pursed lips, sealing it in, can neither be distinguished as friendly nor harmful. His wide mouth spreads a 'smile' across his face like a scar, as do the crow feet creases from the corner of his black shadowed eye and overbearing brow. The colours washed down the piece in an unorganised fashion almost appear as blood when pulling the red from the blue-green. It would be interesting to now this one's story.