#13 - Rise
The wings that carry us somewhere, where no one knows. This is exactly how we always go somewhere, chase after something. And in all the ears of these black cells, which have the deepest desires, remain closed. Tear it all out and get out of the box. Take it to the next level. Wake up. Yellow glimpse. Light beam. As they say, there is always a warm little light at the end of a dark cold tunnel. Get to it! Find yourself!
Size: 30 W x 40 H x 2 cm
Keywords: begin, poison, init, trap, vomit, wing, contrast, rise, face, finish, arrow
Subjects: Abstract
Styles: Abstract Expressionism, Conceptual, Surrealism, Modern, Pop-Art
Mediums: Acrylic
Materials: Canvas
Year: 2019