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MORROW (2025) Original Acrylic Painting by Przemysław Olczak

100 x 140 x 2cm (unframed) / 100 x 140cm (actual image size)

$7,494.3

Morrow is an image suspended between what has already passed and what is yet to come. It is not about tomorrow - rather, it is about a moment of waiting, when the future has not yet taken shape.
From the bright, almost endless background, a thicket of life grows. Black, turquoise, purple and white intertwine like memories,
who are trying to find their own order. Amidst this matter, slender, lonely stems emerge - fragile but stubborn. They're not sure where they're going. They just grow.
A single red dot hovers above them. Like a thought. Like a promise. Like a distant light whose meaning we don't yet know. It is small compared to the vastness of the empty sky,
and yet this is where the gaze leads. Perhaps it is a sign of the future, perhaps just an illusion - because tomorrow always begins with something we cannot name yet.
Morrow talks about hope without calling it hope. About time that constantly takes away, but at the same time leaves room for new ones. Oh man,
who stands in the midst of chaos and still looks upwards. Because the future doesn't come to us ready.
We give birth to it every day - out of silence, out of uncertainty and out of the courage to reach out to the light once again.

Materials used:

acrylic paints

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Morrow is an image suspended between what has already passed and what is yet to come. It is not about tomorrow - rather, it is about a moment of waiting, when the future has not yet taken shape.
From the bright, almost endless background, a thicket of life grows. Black, turquoise, purple and white intertwine like memories,
who are trying to find their own order. Amidst this matter, slender, lonely stems emerge - fragile but stubborn. They're not sure where they're going. They just grow.
A single red dot hovers above them. Like a thought. Like a promise. Like a distant light whose meaning we don't yet know. It is small compared to the vastness of the empty sky,
and yet this is where the gaze leads. Perhaps it is a sign of the future, perhaps just an illusion - because tomorrow always begins with something we cannot name yet.
Morrow talks about hope without calling it hope. About time that constantly takes away, but at the same time leaves room for new ones. Oh man,
who stands in the midst of chaos and still looks upwards. Because the future doesn't come to us ready.
We give birth to it every day - out of silence, out of uncertainty and out of the courage to reach out to the light once again.

Materials used:

acrylic paints

Details:

Location Poland

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