End of Day
Acryclic on Canvas
Acryclic on Canvas
Acryclic on Canvas
Year
Nov '25
Dimensions
50x50 cm
Technique
Acryclic on Canvas
Year
Nov '25
Dimensions
50x50 cm
Technique
Acryclic on Canvas
Year
Nov '25
Dimensions
50x50 cm
Technique
Acryclic on Canvas
As the day ends, the conversation continues inside, while outside, the silence of the moments just lived remains.
As the day ends, the conversation continues inside, while outside, the silence of the moments just lived remains.
As the day ends, the conversation continues inside, while outside, the silence of the moments just lived remains.
© End of Day
© End of Day
© End of Day
Story
As the street gradually grows quiet, there is still movement inside. The day has ended, but the conversation has not yet dispersed. The door is open; sounds from within mingle with the street, and the coolness outside seeps in. The tables are small, the chairs are close; people cannot keep their distance from one another.
The empty stools standing outside serve as a reminder of those who had their coffee and just left. The seats occupied moments ago are still warm. Inside, the voices are still lively, while the street slowly retreats. The painting shows how a day quietly fades away.
Story
As the street gradually grows quiet, there is still movement inside. The day has ended, but the conversation has not yet dispersed. The door is open; sounds from within mingle with the street, and the coolness outside seeps in. The tables are small, the chairs are close; people cannot keep their distance from one another.
The empty stools standing outside serve as a reminder of those who had their coffee and just left. The seats occupied moments ago are still warm. Inside, the voices are still lively, while the street slowly retreats. The painting shows how a day quietly fades away.
Story
As the street gradually grows quiet, there is still movement inside. The day has ended, but the conversation has not yet dispersed. The door is open; sounds from within mingle with the street, and the coolness outside seeps in. The tables are small, the chairs are close; people cannot keep their distance from one another.
The empty stools standing outside serve as a reminder of those who had their coffee and just left. The seats occupied moments ago are still warm. Inside, the voices are still lively, while the street slowly retreats. The painting shows how a day quietly fades away.
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Primal Clash
Windward
Primal Clash
Windward
Primal Clash