Skywheel Audience
Two robed pilgrims stand on a wind‑carved stairway as a colossal cobalt sphere, etched like a star map, hovers between canyon spires.
Dust and mist braid the warm sandstone with the orb’s glacial light, turning the path into a quiet procession toward an impossible oracle.
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Each of these images is a fragment of a larger dream — a reflection of how the subconscious reshapes fear, beauty, and silence into new symbols.
I paint not what is seen, but what trembles beneath the surface: the moment when emotion becomes architecture, and memory turns into myth.
Between chaos and order, my worlds remain suspended — asking the viewer not to understand, but to feel.
Keyword: THE UNNAMED