Under the exhausted sun
I lay out my words,
Color structures
Continuously mixing,
Hoping they become dreams.
Through the lengthening shadows,
And in the breeze of the wind,
In the big eyes of stars,
An old song awakens,
And in the heart, peace returns.
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Acrylic on wood
Künstler
I paint the unseen currents of thought and emotion, weaving color and form into poetic maps of the mind—inviting you to explore the labyrinth within and find moments of quiet revelation amid life’s fleeting shadows.
