Across the endless desert, they marched—massive elephants with spindly spider-like legs, gracefully stepping through the sand. On their backs rested massive golden thrones, long abandoned by their owners. Time lost all meaning here; on the distorted horizon, melting clocks hung from invisible strings, as if suspended by an unseen hand. Everything was warped, obeying the strange, unreal logic of a dream. The elephants moved in silence, leaving no footprints, with only the floating geometric shapes as their eternal companions.
n a city where every building is a twisted face, the windows, like eyes, shed endless tears. The streets are flooded with this sorrow, and the water reflects the warped faces of the buildings, distorting reality further. On the curved bridges that connect these structures, people sit in silent contemplation, staring at the sky. Above, giant floating heads with wings drift by, like guardians of forgotten memories. They never speak, only watch, as if trying to remind the city of lost times. The city, submerged in its own tears, waits, frozen in eternal sorrow.
A person rests among clouds that slowly transform into fragments of different landscapes — mountains, rivers, cities. The space around them constantly shifts, as if this is a dream where reality loses its shape. In the sky, upside-down houses and trees float, while rivers flow upward, defying the laws of nature. The painting captures the fleeting and ever-changing nature of dreams, where the boundaries of reality dissolve, and everything takes on an ephemeral form.
At first glance, it's a typical lake, but its surface resembles a network of gears and clock mechanisms, where liquid metal flows instead of water. On the horizon, strange buildings gradually transform into trees and birds, as if nature and technology are in constant interaction. Birds soar within the metallic water as if in a mirrored illusion. The painting symbolizes the delicate balance and conflict between the artificial and the natural, where neither side wins, but both continue to evolve.
This garden has a life of its own. Trees stretch out hands instead of branches, as if reaching for the sky or trying to touch something unseen. The ground is dotted with eyes that seem to watch every move, giving the impression that nature itself is observing you. This place evokes a sense of both beauty and unease—a garden that breathes and watches.
These people have lost their faces, replaced by mirrored surfaces reflecting the endless sky and drifting clouds. Their human bodies remain grounded, but their heads, devoid of identity, mirror the universe and all its infinite possibilities. In this world, the boundary between the internal and external dissolves, and each person reflects only a fragment of the surrounding reality.
March of the Distant Giants
Tears of the Forgotten City
World in a Dream
Mechanical Lake
The Garden of Gazes
Reflections of the Sky
Psychedelic Geometry
Neon Glowing Tiger
The Mad Captain of Chaos
The Digital Silhouette
Gecko in a Milky Paradise
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Waves of Dreams
Dance of Fluid Lines
Desert Dreams
Whispers in the Breeze
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Colonization
On the clouds
In a museum, once
In a distand land
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