- Milena Nicosia
- All Artworks
- Ladra di foglie n.1
Original artwork description
I walk silently through the folds of the world,
where time crumbles over ancient domes
and stone whispers stories no one hears anymore.
I do not steal to possess,
but to save what we touch without seeing.
Leaves—fragile, rebellious, immortal—
I snatch them from the wind before it carries them away,
press them onto the skin of memory,
embed them between dreams and columns,
like relics of a nature that endures.
Yes, I am a thief,
but of forgotten beauty,
of green silences that scream
between man’s geometries.
In my theft there is love,
in my painting, confession.
Each vein is an unspoken word,
each color a heartbeat stolen from chaos.
And while the world builds,
I gather.
And while time erases,
I remember.
The leaves seem to rise from the canvas with both strength and delicacy, impressed like relics on a surface that resembles the skin of memory. The colors converse with the background, where a faint evokes the passage of time, the civilization that builds, and the silence that remains.
Materials used:
pigment, canvas, wood
Details:
- Painting on Canvas
- One of a kind artwork
- Size: 38 x 38 x 3cm (framed)
- Framed and ready to hang
- Signed certificate of authenticity
- Style: Abstract
- Subject: Flowers and plants
Tags:
#abstract#landscape#red#sunset#blue#sundown#green#leaves#oblivion#builds
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Original artwork description
I walk silently through the folds of the world,
where time crumbles over ancient domes
and stone whispers stories no one hears anymore.
I do not steal to possess,
but to save what we touch without seeing.
Leaves—fragile, rebellious, immortal—
I snatch them from the wind before it carries them away,
press them onto the skin of memory,
embed them between dreams and columns,
like relics of a nature that endures.
Yes, I am a thief,
but of forgotten beauty,
of green silences that scream
between man’s geometries.
In my theft there is love,
in my painting, confession.
Each vein is an unspoken word,
each color a heartbeat stolen from chaos.
And while the world builds,
I gather.
And while time erases,
I remember.
The leaves seem to rise from the canvas with both strength and delicacy, impressed like relics on a surface that resembles the skin of memory. The colors converse with the background, where a faint evokes the passage of time, the civilization that builds, and the silence that remains.
Materials used:
pigment, canvas, wood
Details:
- Painting on Canvas
- One of a kind artwork
- Size: 38 x 38 x 3cm (framed)
- Framed and ready to hang
- Signed certificate of authenticity
- Style: Abstract
- Subject: Flowers and plants
Tags:
#abstract#landscape#red#sunset#blue#sundown#green#leaves#oblivion#builds