Behind the Scenes
I gaze into the plane of reality, knowing that beyond it lie other dimensions. Ordinary objects—a vase, a branch, light falling at a certain angle—become portals to depths we don’t always notice.
Behind every form, there is a story; behind every shadow, a memory; behind every reflection, something that defies logical explanation. This layering of space is a reminder that the world is not uniform. It consists of what we see and what remains invisible—until we pause and look closer.
Beauty is not only what lies on the surface but also what extends beyond it. What is hidden, yet felt. What speaks without words.
Oil
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Behind the Scenes
I gaze into the plane of reality, knowing that beyond it lie other dimensions. Ordinary objects—a vase, a branch, light falling at a certain angle—become portals to depths we don’t always notice.
Behind every form, there is a story; behind every shadow, a memory; behind every reflection, something that defies logical explanation. This layering of space is a reminder that the world is not uniform. It consists of what we see and what remains invisible—until we pause and look closer.
Beauty is not only what lies on the surface but also what extends beyond it. What is hidden, yet felt. What speaks without words.
Oil
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