WRAITH
WRAITH
They say the Wraith glides like moonlight over a sleeping lake—scarcely glimpsed, yet ever present, a breath upon the soul. She speaks not, only lingers, weaving through the dusk with the perfume of forgotten dreams and the hush that falls just before midnight exhales.
One night, beneath her silent gaze, I found a door where none had stood before. I stepped across its threshold into a room suspended between heartbeats—simple, strange, and still. Sapphire light spilled like liquid dusk across a velvet carpet, pooling at the feet of a solitary chair. It stood alone, waiting, as if remembering someone long gone. Empty, yet full of presence, I felt it—this was her seat, or perhaps now mine—etched with her absence, cradled by her ghost.
One night, beneath her silent gaze, I found a door where none had stood before. I stepped across its threshold into a room suspended between heartbeats—simple, strange, and still. Sapphire light spilled like liquid dusk across a velvet carpet, pooling at the feet of a solitary chair. It stood alone, waiting, as if remembering someone long gone. Empty, yet full of presence, I felt it—this was her seat, or perhaps now mine—etched with her absence, cradled by her ghost.
Canvas 50x40 cm.
270 g/m2., 100% cotton
Acrylic paint
April 2025
Available
270 g/m2., 100% cotton
Acrylic paint
April 2025
Available
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