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Joy. Heaven. Eos. A spiritual journey.


Joy. I observe surface with attention and openness. The song, warmness, sensuality it hides, and reveal, find and echo - or perhaps their origin? – inside me. While exploring flowers’ womb I meet, and sense, desire’s roots. The same of joy.


Heaven. I approach the surface, up to touch it. Delicate and intimate awareness of its nature. Sense organ. Soul.


Eos. Surface dissolves, together with duality of thought. Silence. In pure feeling, I meet the essence of anything that is.

Fine art prints available in three different formats and editions limited to 9 copies per subject

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