The Flagellation
A single pillar of dark stone anchors the composition, its cold surface contrasting with the pale, luminous skin of Christ. He stands bound, a figure of quiet endurance amidst a sudden surge of violence. To his left, an executioner lunges, his tunic a saturated crimson that cuts through the heavy, earthy shadows of the room. The movement is sharp and diagonal, a whip of motion that directs the eye toward…








