Abstractions

A morning becomes lighter when your frame is playing on someone else's story...and when that someone else is the band that captures agony of modern life so beautifully, you are simply out of breath ❤️ so whimsical, so magical.

"How would you know?"
30×42 watercolor on paper
The Story was written allover the sunset. She could not resist summer in his eyes. It was inevitable, they collide like two dying starts, they were born at night lost children of the Dark.

"ULTRAVIOLENCE "
A piece inspired by music

Lana del Rey

He used to call me DN
That stood for deadly nightshade
'Cause I was filled with poison
But blessed with beauty and rage
Jim told me that
He bit me and it felt like a kiss
Jim brought me back
Reminded me of when we were kids

This is ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
Ultraviolence
I can hear sirens, sirens
He hit me and it felt like a kiss
I can hear violins, violins
Give me all of that ultraviolence

He used to call me poison
Like I was poison ivy
I could've died right then
'Cause he was right beside me
Jim raised me up
He hurt me but it felt like true love
Jim taught me that
Loving him was never enough

This is ultraviolence.

"BEFORE & AFTER " metamorphosis by the time
Twin art set
Not all remains untouched by time...not all remains fresh and innocent..sometimes we mature through life..sometimes we only burn.

"LAYERS" we all do have some ...
32×48 on paper
Mixed media (paper on paper + water color + ink)

"While I was here"
We are hopelessly made to perceive just one reality while there lies endless possibilities.
I am here but where else I are..the longing that I feel is it for you or its my separation anxiety from my other selves in those other worlds with many otherness.

When you see them happy and bright in their new home..as if they were meant for this corner. that's kind of fulfilment only art can bring. thank you for giving them space in new universe!

"Then She Melted"...
Little poems in colors.

"After Glow"
Inspired by Jorge Borges poem :
The sunset is always moving
no matter how poor or flashy it is,
but still more moving
is the last, desperate glow
that turns the distant plains to rust
when the sun has finally sunk.
It hurts us to be with
that strange, tense light,
that hallucination
imposing itself upon space,
with our shared fear of shadows
and what suddenly ceases
when we see our error,
as a dream sometimes ceases
when we see we are dreaming.

"Silk"
First of Miniseries
I love to use colors from one piece into other one way to cool down from creative anxiety...and this one is originated from "dance by the river" ...i was amazed to see how colors change their relationship with light with each added layer.

"Dance by the river"
Part of the series for someone full of colors, her presence is like explosion of expression, her dancing moves can paint any dull day in vibrant hues they are on their way to you, hope your new adobe love them too.