Angels fly over our dreams with beautiful wings everyday. They have a message of light and joy for us. And it opens a door to creativity for us.

Paper Birds

It's like I'm missing something. Maybe I lost my soul somewhere... But light will shine. And will wreath of flowers will bloom.

Lost

The day you passed by me, I fell in love with you...

Passing Love

The girl sat in the chair. The room glowed in the moonlight, soft and inviting.
The origami butterfly seemed to be watching her with its beady eyes, as if it could sense her musings. It seemed almost alive in its delicate movements, like a real butterfly flitting through the air.

Beady Eyes

The history of art with the lagacy, it has left for us, it can be a window to be seen differently.

Digital Art

Paper Pinwheel #3

Narciss

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I’m always dancing. All my thoughts boil down to one thing: I am a bird living in this body by mistake!!
I have to fly. Dancing is the only thing that makes me feel like a bird.
But what does this passing man want from me?
Can he read my mind? Although I don't care. The most important thing I have to do right now is dance.

The Wrong Body

Drawing Art - T5lREoDZEa

Time passes slowly. And we have forgotten the clock ticking. But the wise owl patiently reminds us in the dark of night: Live

The Time

Crypto Art - oLVQAGUR3N

Why am I inside the body of a horse? I’m an old horse. I have a saddle on my back. These moments are very overwhelming and confusing for me. I’m fully aware of my horse body and my ever-increasing appetite for hay and grass is bothering me. Yet I’m fully capable of forming words and sentences in my head. Maybe I should not have listened to that vet who administered me the experimental psychedelic shot. I have memories of being a human. Isn’t that strange? Maybe I’m slowly taking up mental and behavioural cues from my human master. I better piss over there, where the dog keeps screwing around. I gotta show him who’s the boss around here. 

Past Life Regression

Foundation

Paper Pinwheel #5

Paper Pinwheel

I think of you
And a world, the end of which
Is hidden behind a torn curtain
A curtain that distances us
And the volume of my body
Is big for crossing its gaps!

 Longing

My eyes thirst for music
And you...
Maybe like a violin
And my body,
Which is not dissimilar
To a wooden bow!
Upon your body,
It will work its magic.

Music: Parviz Yahaghi

Magic

Poetic Whispers

In the embrace of water, the girl dissolves into the present moment, her wet hair floating like thoughts, while a backdrop of fiery red reminds her of the fleeting nature of all things.

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