art for the interior walls

You're traveling so far to pursue your dream. It's up to you how the environment around you will turn out. Whether it will be happy or not. Sit back and look around at the journey to your dream. Slow down and enjoy it.

That's all I can tell you.

How do you feel when you look at the sky, high up there? When you see the moon full. The power it radiates is so strong that it affects our lives. I think you need to love him.

It was night, but the moon was shining so brightly again. You felt like it was dawn, but your watch said it was exactly midnight. A night in the company of the moon in its full power has its own great charm, enjoy it.

Have you ever thought of looking down on us, not with your eyes, but with your soul. Maybe everything would be purple. Has it ever occurred to you to look at us from above, not with your eyes but with your soul. Maybe everything would be purple.

Do you know your reflection? What do you see when you look in the mirror? Is it just an empty shell, or do you see happiness residing in your eyes?

In this picture, we will probably find a place where we want these stairs to take us. So come on and get up.

There are days when you feel like there's a storm going on in your head. You have trouble staying afloat. Yes, there are days like that. Then just stop, relax and wait for the storm to clear.

This is how i feel when i look at the city in my head from a distance This is how i feel when i look at the city in my head from a distance

You watch them from a distance, you want to know their secrets. But you'll never know more than what they show you. The only one who's not playing a show here is you in front of yourself, isn't he?

Wade through the swamp and it's hard to walk. But in reality, it's just your view of the world. Look from a different angle, the solid ground appears beneath your feet. Wading through a swamp, and it's hard to walk. Well, in reality, it's just your view of the world. Look from a different angle. The solid ground will appear under your feet.

The last of the autumn rain, the dampness you feel on your shoulders. The colors of the orange world draw your gaze. You enjoy the rustle of fallen leaves underfoot and feel the new beginning that comes as soon as the last drops hit the ground.

Hat, armchair and trees. Dark colors, loneliness and peace, my work.

An artist, a painter, an actor, and perhaps a writer. You could call it that, others might call it that. Well, I call it crazy, lunatic, pleasure. I put down my hat in a deep bow, like after a performance in a theater. Welcome to my world, the Labe welcomes you.

A massive old tree standing in the glow of the red moon, as if shrouded in a red cloak. What can he hide, is it fear or humility of his magnificence?

Any step you take is the right one, because every step means that you are just walking.