revisionism 

Sepicaso

Amidst vibrant brushstrokes, a wounded soul emerges,
Sutures tracing tales of resilience, her fingers and hand converge.
Sadness in her eyes, yet her mind blossoms with thoughts so bright,
Smoking, she ponders: Who am I, in this canvas of colorful light?

WHO AM I ?

Nature, my steadfast companion, embraces me with its serene beauty and whispers secrets of harmony and solace into my soul. It listens without judgment, nurtures my spirit, and offers solace in moments of joy or sorrow, making it my unwavering confidant and cherished friend.

𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆

Home is where your heart is at peace
Just before sunset, I drew a wooden cottage in the silence of words , Towards lights and chimney smoke
Our wooden boat is a little further between the grain field 

Follow  me , this is a sequence of my most dreamy interpretation of love, nature, and sunset
I did not find any words to describe it
Watch it and tell me

I just Paint a picture of the sunset that no one will ever forget.

*The final loopable output is generated from my original acrylic painting.


Before sunset

🟣The beauty of imagination is that each person's imagination and dreaming is unique
I imagined peace and created this infinite dream.


🟣The final output is an animated version of my original oil painting.
2898 x 2160 px 
12sec

🔮Infinite dream

Dance with the waves, move with the sea.
Let the rhythm of the water set your soul free and listen to the sound of the blue water it’s telling the truth.


*The final loopable output is generated from my original acrylic painting.

The color of truth

Among misty trees, light cascades, revealing a hidden town. Secrets linger, whispers of life behind the fog. The painting intrigues, bridging reality and mystery, inviting all to step into the magic it holds.

Misty Serenity

I was sitting in front of him
He stared at me and I stared at him

I lit a candle and played my favorite song
I loaded the brush with some color and started painting 
I had no clue where the canvas(he) will take me this time
Little by little, the brush made its way on the canvas and the scenes were created
I believe in the magic of the white canvas
And this time Nirvana, a forest far away from sadness and in distant time and space, was created.

*The final loopable output is generated from my original acrylic painting.

Nirvana

A walk in nature is like a journey back home, because nature is our mother and every single sign of her can heal us.



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-The final output is a digital version of my original acrylic painting on canvas   
-Mixed Media Painting
-3884x2622 px

The magic rain 

Between Oceans V2

We all have different masks  that we use at different times , to escape the expression of our true feelings.

And who knows what happened to this young girl!!!!!

-watercolor style 
-6000 x 6000 px

Cheetah Girl

Beauty is not a crime.
Freedom of speech is not a crime
Women and femininity are not examples of crime.
They forced me to be silent and sewed all my repressed feelings to my lips

My lips have been stitched for years.

And sadness has been woven like a spider's web on my soul for years

let me be free
6000 X 6000 
Technique :  imaginary illustration, Digital painting 

Our Bodies, Their Battlefields

Every day Sketch

Look into the waves and you’ll find the ocean girl’s dress thoroughly spread there. Every wrinkle and every sound brings happiness to the sands. Dances slowly and roughly at times,
a body of water on the Earth’s surface.

The final output is an animated version of my original oil painting.
1462x2160px 


The ocean girl

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Foundation

With wings on our backs, we yearn to soar and reach our goals and dreams. Yet, we remain incarcerated within the confines of our own minds, trapped in self-doubt and fear. Our potential remains untapped as we fail to break free from the mental prisons we have erected. Only by unlocking the shackles that bind us can we truly take flight and reach new heights.

Soaring Souls

As I look within, I find a friend,
One who's been with me till the end,
Through trials, troubles, and despair
My friendship with myself is like a sacred bond,  
An unbreakable connection, one that's long been fond.  
It's healing powers are that which I rely,  
It soothes my depression, it helps me to fly.  
My inner self nurtures, like a branch of green leaves,  
Together we flourish, like a strong rooted tree.

Journey Within

KnownOrigin

Perfume of the soul 

Green rain 

Hic et Nunc

I gifted tHIS piece to myself for my birthday its  about 

 difficulty i had experienced during last year that made me grow and germinate like green plant

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Appearance does not always reflect our present
We have to look inside people to get a deep understanding of their feelings. 


inside out 

In the womb of nature, the embryo sleeps 
As leaves sway and tears fall deep 
Life begins anew amidst sorrows and fears  
Each teardrop and leaf holds stories and years 
A tapestry of life, woven with joy and tears.

Tears of growth

tears

Countless times have I envisioned it in my mind—a girl with a human body and cat-like eyes. The moment I first laid eyes on her, I couldn't help but inquire about her unique gaze, "What is it like to see with cat eyes?"

Her response left me astonished as she explained, "I perceive everything through their energy, and it grants me a profound clarity."

Intrigued, I further inquired, "How does this extraordinary vision benefit you?"

With a calm demeanor, she replied, "I am entrusted with safeguarding human choices."

From that moment forward, I made the decision to place my trust in Aida, even before anyone else could enter my imaginative realm.

GIcato

This collection features ink-on-cardboard paintings where models' artworks take an extraordinary journey I desire. In the real world, they enter a captivating realm, each with its own unique story.

In a world of gray and gloom, a girl stands out with her vibrant colors. She holds a paintbrush in her hand, ready to splash the canvas of life with her dreams and hopes. She is not afraid of the suspicious eyes that watch her, for she knows that her color is her power.

Stay colorful in suspicious world 

fantastopia

In the mist, the city's heart,
Lights like whispers, shadows part.
Magic in the stillness grows,
Where the half-moon softly glows.

Phantom Glow

Harmony in Hues

What do you see? 
Faded balloons and a child with dreams buried beneath the dust.

Faded balloons

The Untold Stories

Our choices are the fine threads that weave the patterns of our lives, every decision is a knot that shapes our destiny. With every stitch we chart our path, knowing that the fabric of our existence is woven with the quality of our choices.

Threads of Decision

collabration

In the serene embrace of dawn, where the sky's vibrant hues dance upon a tranquil lake, nature whispers its timeless symphony of peace and beauty.

Luminara

nature is healing

Try to leave a unique mark on this world.
I know you’ve been hurt, you’ve been wounded, but behind you and within you, you’ve built a beautiful world from the journey you’ve been through. ❤️
Remember, just by being yourself, by embracing your own ideas and tastes, and by expressing the beauty of your soul, you can make the world a better place.

Your individuality and authenticity are the gifts you bring to the world, and the more you stay true to who you are, the more you inspire others to do the same. Keep shining, because your light has the power to transform everything around you. Your path ahead is full of beauty. 🌟

Memento

Life is like an endless sea of signals, whispering messages to us in the depths of silence and noise. Only those with hearts attuned to the subtle rhythms of the world can unravel the hidden paths within these unseen signals.

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