The painter’s studio — once a space of royal representation — becomes a stage of questioning. Who is watching whom? What is handed down across centuries? Blood inscribes the figures with fragility, rewriting the grandeur of court portraiture into a meditation on mortality and memory.

The Bequest is not simply homage, but an interrogation: of legacy, of the image’s endurance, and of the silent contract between art, history, and the passing of time.