Here, the planet itself breathes.
Not with lungs of flesh, but with layers of centuries.
The darkest coffee grounds of rainforests that once fell.
The warm leather of deserts that kissed the sun.
The cocoa dust of forests where no man ever came.
The rust-brown of iron deep in her bones, and everywhere that soft, almost tender ochre of fields that yielded every year.
This work is her slow, deep breathing.
In, out.
In, out.
Hi, I am a creative woman with a head full of colours and ideas!
I get super happy with a rainbow of shades, but can also fall completely in love with the sheer power of a single colour. With digital art I conjure up the wildest things, ..
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