Emotions

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It’s a WIP but could be finished
William Grob
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Painting - Oil on linen
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William Grob
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Ich bin Annabelle, meine Musik ist annbelievable ✨
a year ago
Art Student with passion
a year ago
seeing art as the medium through which people express feelings they can’t otherwise in words
a year ago
26 yo. Art History Student and Freelance Writer 💘
2 years ago
If you hit a wall, climb over it, crawl under it, or dance on top of it
i love coffee, beer, dancing, skateboarding and mark suciu !!!!
2 years ago
a moment that runs away
your average pocket size art nerd 🎀
2 years ago
Just me sitting and holding hands with my bunch of messy emotions :)
I plan to be a woman of adventure but for now, I'm still trying to figure it all out
2 years ago
i love to see the work within the work. it reminds me this is more about the journey than the destination sometimes. I love how you can see the negative spaces of canvas’ and painter’s tape
29 yo creative soul. I think creativity is what keeps us alive.
2 years ago
feels like a meditative reflection on connection, presence, and the transient nature of existence.
witchy queer artsy soul
2 years ago
This piece evokes a sense of nostalgia and melancholy, as if capturing a fleeting moment from a distant memory. The ethereal figures could represent lost loved ones or aspects of the self, hinting at themes of memory, loss, and the passage of time. The contrast between the vibrant, chaotic background and the serene, focused image in the center may reflect the tumult of life surrounding moments of quiet beauty or introspection.
witch, scholar, poet, dreamer and mama of Mae
2 years ago
Not the meeting of eyes, but the ethereal waltz of souls intertwined, finding solace in each other's presence. They mold and meld, carving spaces within for the other's essence, until all else fades, and there is no refuge but within one another.
Emotions