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Gm Art loverzz #TEZOSTUESDAY "The Sun Hears Too" If you have time ,just take a look to my One of One edition piece 🍀 Available for 69 XTZ https://objkt.com/tokens/KT1PNnoSvQefA3Dovoh4bepbhm3FthDRCtNp/80

The Sun Hears Too

“Don’t you hear my cry?” Sometimes, the deepest cries are the ones that never become words. They live in the silence of our eyes, in the tears we try to hold, in the parts of ourselves we wish someone could understand without having to explain. A pink crystal skeleton bows its head, holding an ear in its palm as if trying to listen to the pain hidden beneath the surface. Blue tears fall into its open hand. Above it, a sun shines in the darkness, witnessing a sorrow that might otherwise go unheard. Even in silence, even in the darkest moments, there is something that stays and listens. This collage brings together fragments of my own visual world and memories held in physical materials. The lake, with its two birds, comes from an actual photograph of an antique handwoven Persian rug. I reimagined this detail as a landscape, giving the birds a quiet place within the scene. The sun is also real: it comes from one of my physical mirror work pieces, made by hand-cutting a piece of mirror with a diamond glass cutter and shaping it into a sun. By bringing these real fragments together with the surreal pink crystal skeleton, I wanted to create a place where different materials, times, and emotions could meet. For me, the work is about the kind of listening that goes beyond sound the kind that recognizes a cry even when no sound leaves the lips. Sometimes, being heard begins with someone simply staying. #aeeneyema

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Gm/Gn My new collage (1/1) ed Available for 69 XTZ "The Sun Hears Too" https://objkt.com/tokens/KT1PNnoSvQefA3Dovoh4bepbhm3FthDRCtNp/80

The Sun Hears Too

“Don’t you hear my cry?” Sometimes, the deepest cries are the ones that never become words. They live in the silence of our eyes, in the tears we try to hold, in the parts of ourselves we wish someone could understand without having to explain. A pink crystal skeleton bows its head, holding an ear in its palm as if trying to listen to the pain hidden beneath the surface. Blue tears fall into its open hand. Above it, a sun shines in the darkness, witnessing a sorrow that might otherwise go unheard. Even in silence, even in the darkest moments, there is something that stays and listens. This collage brings together fragments of my own visual world and memories held in physical materials. The lake, with its two birds, comes from an actual photograph of an antique handwoven Persian rug. I reimagined this detail as a landscape, giving the birds a quiet place within the scene. The sun is also real: it comes from one of my physical mirror work pieces, made by hand-cutting a piece of mirror with a diamond glass cutter and shaping it into a sun. By bringing these real fragments together with the surreal pink crystal skeleton, I wanted to create a place where different materials, times, and emotions could meet. For me, the work is about the kind of listening that goes beyond sound the kind that recognizes a cry even when no sound leaves the lips. Sometimes, being heard begins with someone simply staying. #aeeneyema

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