A slice of lemon raspberry pie,
its vibrant raspberry colours
glowing softly in the light.

Resting on a handmade yellow clay plate,
a simple moment became a small oasis.

I painted it so I could hold on to it,
the sweetness, the colours,
and the quiet feeling of stillness.

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Cherry blossoms, so beautiful and tender.
Saku; to bloom, to smile.

Tiny pink petals unfolding in the air,
as if the world is learning gentleness again.

Little flowers woven softly through her hair,
like spring itself choosing to linger there.

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This painting is a memory,
of a feeling, of Asia and flowers,
of life itself.

Wild blossoms on cotton,
woven with time and colour,
like loose threads in people —
not perfect, but full of life.

I love flowers
when they have passed their peak,
when they gently bow their heads
and still leave something beautiful behind.

This painting carries that presence,
a quiet reminder that everything changes,
and within that change, there is grace.

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In Asia flowers have a deeper meaning, and the Frangipani flower is considered as an essence from nature that brings enlightenment and kindness. There are so many frangipani trees in our neighborhood here in Bandung.

Every morning, very early, when the air is still fresh, we make a walk, and I love to collect the fallen flowers.

There are some things, that just smell so good: coffee, jasmin, orange blossoms, and frangipani flowers.

This painting is a lovely memory of my love for Java and frangipani flowers.

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"When life gives you lemons…" a simple phrase about turning things around.\n\nBright yellow meets deep indigo, sour and sweet side by side.\n\nA contrast of colour, and a reminder to find beauty in every moment.

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I walk home across the rice fields,
these emerald green fields.

Grassy blades whisper,
swaying gently in the breeze.

Let us walk once again
through the quiet charm of the paddy fields,
surrounded by their simple beauty.

Hidden within this cocoon of simplicity,
time seems to slow,
and the world grows still.

Emerald green fields,
stretching endlessly toward the horizon.

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Dancing to her own rhythm singing her song, coloring her rainbow wandering in her colored sky, writing her own poetry. A love story of her with her soul. Finding beauty in her own reflection.

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Beautiful Siroua,
a place of magical memories,
hidden in a beautiful village far away in the Atlas Mountains.

Breathtaking roads
with panoramic views of villages
and fields where women worked
with quiet strength. Her gaze holds the beauty of this land, its warmth, resilience, and timeless spirit.

I captured her eyes in this painting,
a moment I will always carry with me.
Now we say goodbye,
but I promise you: I will return.

I always come back.

×Tiny

In Japan, the colour red is auspicious, a symbol of happiness, strength, and joy.\n\nA warm embrace of colour, filling this painting with beauty and energy.\n\nHer kimono tells a story, of elegance, tradition, and grace.\n\nA piece that brings a smile, with every glance.

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"I think, that giving art as a present is a wonderful way of passing on sentiment, showing that you know a person, that you are thinking of her/him, and giving them something that they’ll cherish." xTiny

In the morning light,
flowers bloom, the morning dew glimmers
beneath the sunlight.

Each petal greets the morning sun,
soft whispers in the gentle breeze,
the meadow glows as the day begins.

The beauty in each flower's face,
a peaceful, colorful embrace.

Slowly opening,
revealing itself to the world,
dancing in the morning light,
a world of wonder.

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Through transparent layers of lace,
I breathe in the gentle sounds of the sea,
listening slowly to the beautiful silence.

My arms float,
softly veiling my face,
gazing far into the distance.

Stillness unfolds,
and clarity drifts in like morning light.
It is in silence that my thoughts become clear…

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I met her in a quiet village far away in the mountains,
a place so remote, untouched by time.

We did not share a language, yet we understood each other
through eyes, through gestures, through silence.

I tried to capture her gaze,
her presence held in soft brown tones, like earth and memory.

A portrait of connection, beyond words, beyond distance.

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Soft coral earth beneath her feet,
The sun slowly sets over the land.
The horizon whispers,
She will rise again.

Shadow and future intertwined,
Threads of all that she is woven together.
Here and tomorrow,
Even when the night feels long,
The sun has promised
It will always return.

Her eyes sparkle, carrying the light.
The light of connection,
With all that surrounds her,
Through every layer of herself,
She carries the sun.

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She stands there by the sea,
surrounded by a world of emerald green,
as though time itself paused
just to look back at her once more.

A soft salty wind
moves through her hair,
carrying the scent of the ocean
through lush and living nature.

Everything around her breathes so wild,
green, untamed beauty.
And there she is, quiet and luminous,
like a memory the earth refused to forget.

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Painted in soft hues,
it feels like a memory of warmth.

The flowing colors ground me,
calming the mind like early morning light.
It's as if I can smell the fresh air,
feel the earth beneath my feet,
and sense the soft light brushing
gently against my skin.

Barefoot in touch,
I feel grounded and at peace.

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A sparkle shines within her eyes,
like stars dancing in the daylight,
a reflection of her inner soul,
a quiet universe of light.

Tiny stars embrace her face,
a celestial touch so soft,
a woman wrapped in wonder,
a ciel étoilé in soft moonlight.

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With soft and fluid movements, gentle like ballet, graceful and free.

Balancing every high and low, connecting mind, body, and soul.

Nurturing herself with kind thoughts, she keeps dancing through life.

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Chestnut, brown, terra, sienna… An ode to the colors of the earth, the colors of life.

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A portrait in warm ochre, carrying a story of its own.\n\nHer eyes are the window into her soul.\n\nPainted with flowing pigments and water, colours gently meeting and moving, bringing her presence to life.

×Tiny