Jerome has seen things. He is unimpressed.
Slouched into his usual posture of existential boredom, Jerome now holds a candle where his staff once lived…not as a symbol of wisdom, but because someone had to hold the light and he drew the short straw. One hand props up his face in permanent disinterest, while the other grips the candle like he’s been doing this for centuries and is frankly over it.
The flame doesn’t transform him. It doesn’t inspire him. It simply gives him something to do while he watches everything unfold with that same deeply unimpressed expression.
Perfect for altars, dim corners, or anywhere that could use a little reluctant illumination and a lot of attitude.
He will hold your light. He will not share your enthusiasm.
Approx. 13" x 12"
Jerome has seen things. He is unimpressed.
Slouched into his usual posture of existential boredom, Jerome now holds a candle where his staff once lived…not as a symbol of wisdom, but because someone had to hold the light and he drew the short straw. One hand props up his face in permanent disinterest, while the other grips the candle like he’s been doing this for centuries and is frankly over it.
The flame doesn’t transform him. It doesn’t inspire him. It simply gives him something to do while he watches everything unfold with that same deeply unimpressed expression.
Perfect for altars, dim corners, or anywhere that could use a little reluctant illumination and a lot of attitude.
He will hold your light. He will not share your enthusiasm.
Approx. 13" x 12"
