An old man sits at a table, chin propped on one fist, gazing down at a small handful of coins and an open metal-clasped purse. His expression is wistful, almost rueful, as he counts what little is there. He has a long white beard and a striped, patched coat, and the whole scene sits in warm browns and greys with the light falling on his face and hands. Slutsker keeps the brushwork loose and the mood gently melancholy, a quiet study of an old man and his thin means. Oil on canvas, 50 by 60 centimetres, from 2025.