'Between dust and shine'
Original acrylic painting on canvas
"Between dust and shine"
50x70x1.5 cm
1590€
It was there long before she came - silent, barely noticeable, a part of everything and yet overlooked. It gathered in forgotten corners, lay gently over time, holding on to what others left behind.
It came with a hint of light. Not loud, not demanding - just a glimmer that caught in its silence. Where she lingered, everything became warmer, softer. She touched him without haste, made him shine without changing him.
He could have lost himself, but she took him as he was. And while the world moved on, they stayed - between dust and gold, between oblivion and brilliance, exactly where they found each other.
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It came with a hint of light. Not loud, not demanding - just a glimmer that caught in its silence. Where she lingered, everything became warmer, softer. She touched him without haste, made him shine without changing him.
He could have lost himself, but she took him as he was. And while the world moved on, they stayed - between dust and gold, between oblivion and brilliance, exactly where they found each other.It was there long before she came - silent, barely noticeable, a part of everything and yet overlooked. It gathered in forgotten corners, lay gently over time, holding on to what others left behind.
It came with a hint of light. Not loud, not demanding - just a glimmer that caught in its silence. Where she lingered, everything became warmer, softer. She touched him without haste, made him shine without changing him.
He could have lost himself, but she took him as he was. And while the world moved on, they stayed - between dust and gold, between oblivion and brilliance, exactly where they found each other.
'tree between times '
Original acrylic painting on canvas
"Tree between times "
50x70x1.5 cm
1390 €
In the quiet hours of dusk, when the world is shrouded in a golden whisper, the tree of forgetfulness awakens.
It stands alone in the midst of a distorted sky, its branches drawn in black shadow, as if preserving the memories of those who once stood before it. The air around it flickers, as if time is not quite flowing properly here - a place between the now and that which has long since passed.
It is said that anyone who touches the tree hears faint voices, old stories whispered from eternity. Some claim to have heard the echo of their own past, others believe that the tree whispers of possible futures. But anyone who lingers too long feels reality dissolve, as if the world around them is melting into gold and shadow.
Perhaps it is no ordinary tree. Perhaps it is a guardian - or a gateway to something beyond human understanding. But one thing is certain: once you lose your gaze in the swirling structures of the sky above, you will not easily find your way back to the ordinary world.
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In den stillen Stunden der Dämmerung, wenn die Welt in ein goldenes Flüstern gehüllt ist, erwacht der Baum des Vergessens.
Er steht einsam inmitten eines verzerrten Himmels, seine Äste aus schwarzem Schatten gezeichnet, als würde er die Erinnerungen derer bewahren, die einst vor ihm standen. Die Luft um ihn flimmert, als ob die Zeit hier nicht ganz richtig fließt – ein Ort zwischen dem Jetzt und dem, was längst vergangen ist.
Es heißt, wer den Baum berührt, hört leise Stimmen, alte Geschichten, geflüstert aus der Ewigkeit. Manche behaupten, sie hätten das Echo ihrer eigenen Vergangenheit vernommen, andere glauben, der Baum flüstere von möglichen Zukünften. Doch jeder, der zu lange verweilt, fühlt, wie die Realität sich auflöst, als würde die Welt um ihn herum in Gold und Schatten zerfließen.
Vielleicht ist es kein gewöhnlicher Baum. Vielleicht ist er ein Wächter – oder ein Tor zu etwas, das jenseits menschlichen Verstehens liegt. Doch eines ist sicher: Wer einmal seinen Blick in die wirbelnden Strukturen des Himmels über ihm verliert, findet den Weg in die gewöhnliche Welt nicht mehr so leicht zurück.