A quiet portrait of regret with a smirk. In this 18 × 24 acrylic-on-canvas piece, the iconic Eggplant returns — this time post-romance, eyes wide and soul half-cracked. The cigarette isn’t an accessory; it’s a question mark. Was it worth it? Probably not. But it happened. The background fades to a bruised, smoky calm, while the figure sits in that uncomfortable space between satisfaction and second thoughts.

The painting leans into emotional aftermath — not heartbreak, exactly, but that particular brand of shellshock you feel after acting on impulse. It’s a confession in acrylic, with a little side-eye at anyone pretending they’ve never been there. Sometimes the biggest punchlines come after the climax.