Original artwork description:

20x20 cm miniature acrylic painting. Semi-abstract figurative painting based on a dream.
AT FOREST....

A voice insisted. again and again..
Is he a good person?
There were tall trees and dense vegetation on either side of the path through the forest. The trees stretched towards the sky, bent there like lovers who could not stand separation, and covered the forest with a shawl of branches and leaves. The person sitting at the table and in a simple chair was asking him this absurd question over and over with infinite and deep seriousness.

trembling on his back, he replied; YEAH. It should have been fair.

He suddenly realized that a man and a woman were watching him among the green leaves. Both of their faces were pale. As he approached them, he realized that the smiles on their faces carried a terrible message. They slowly turned and made their way into the forest. The woman stopped for a moment and said as if to say come. After looking at him, she disappeared into the thick leaves of the forest.
He was walking with difficulty among the overhanging leaves. The dew on the leaves wets his hands and clothes. Then he heard soft music, almost like breathing. There was a strange sound of music and whispers from inside. At that moment he understood with all his being; They knew it was coming. She ran and grabbed the doorknob in a panic. He couldn't. She shook the doorknob over and over. at that moment she felt the thing on the back of her neck. There was no salvation. She knew she had to see it. she turned and ......

He woke up in a panic. He calmed down with difficulty. it was a dream. He was just lying in bed. She felt so alone. He felt like the last person left in the world until: The familiar sounds of Beyoğlu came from outside.
A salesman was shouting, a woman was inviting her child, who was playing in front of the door, to dinner. He passed by sounding the police sirens. Sunlight filtered into the room through the blue curtains. A cloud of dust was slowly swirling in the beam of light. It was like a small universe. I watched for a while. How dust particles move up and down or in unpredictable directions with air currents. That's who we are, she thought. As vulnerable and weak as these dust particles. We are navigating our own little universe.

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Materials used:

Acrylick on canvas

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