Silent Beats
His eyes closed, his skin a score.
No sound, and yet you feel rhythm.
Between ink, moonlight and silence, you hear what is inaudible.
Silent Beats
His eyes closed, his skin a score.
No sound, and yet you feel rhythm.
Between ink, moonlight and silence, you hear what is inaudible.
Your chosen art on a textile print, stretched in an aluminum or wooden frame. Quick and easy to change for a fresh look and exactly as you want it.
Hey, nice to have you here!
Welcome to my digital art world - where colours take centre stage and nothing has to be right, as long as it feels right. Here you will find art that puts a smile on your face or makes you pause for a moment.
Why hang something standard on your wall when you can also choose something with a bit of spice, humour or whimsy? My work is digital, sparkling and sometimes just a tad different.
Feel free to look around and who knows,…