There ‘s something in its placid shade
That tells of calm, unworldly thought;
Hope may be crown’d, or joy delay’d—
No dimness steals, no ray is caught.
Its pensive language seems to say,
“I know that I must close and die;”
And death itself, come when it may,
Can hardly change the quiet eye.
Shop ︎
*To purchase an item please write your
address information and I will get in touch
as soon as possible with shipping values.
Thank you very much
< Back to catalogue
That tells of calm, unworldly thought;
Hope may be crown’d, or joy delay’d—
No dimness steals, no ray is caught.
Its pensive language seems to say,
“I know that I must close and die;”
And death itself, come when it may,
Can hardly change the quiet eye.
Oniric Trap
Acrylic on paper
70 x 100 cm
2017
1000 €
Shop ︎
*To purchase an item please write your
address information and I will get in touch
as soon as possible with shipping values.
Thank you very much
< Back to catalogue
_
2021 — Kaos, Berlin
︎︎︎