Artwork description:

Big open world, creaking metal cars with peeling paint slowly moves across the harvest fields, the harvest that tells a story of all the years gone past. In this huge world, small hearts are beating, exploring, unafraid to make mistakes and yearning to feel.

A star with a big heart fell into a palm of a small boy - a palm that was warm but firm. They were telling each other stories about the worlds that they visited. The star was telling stories about the monsters that it conquered. The hearts were happy with each others previous adventures and dreamed of new ones.

The sun was slowly setting, and the movement of metal legs became distant and sluggish. It was calling both hearts to come home. 

“And we will write our stories in our minds, bodies and souls. We will meet again tomorrow!” - said the start and disappeared in the blanket of the night.

Our story will fill the fields, which the metal cars will erase after us, leaving space for new stories that we will write throughout the years.

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This piece was made to help us remember the little child within us. When we were that child, we were eager to grow up, and once we did, we were looking for a way back, even if for a short while, just so we could feel that careless happiness, so we could become the heroes of our own stories, travelling through space in our dreams. So we could be brave against all monsters, and so we could not be afraid of bruised knees or our dirty jeans resulting from us playing in the puddles.

This piece is about how fragile and short life really is, and how as we grow older, we lose the time like sand between our fingers. This piece is about a big and fast world, about our hearts, and our vulnerability in the world.

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Digital print on canvas. 140x140cm. Only 10 copies will be made available for sale. Currently 7 copies left available for purchase.

The hearts of the worlds (2023)

Digital Art (Giclée) 
by Julija Gumbrytė

£588.41 Alert

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Big open world, creaking metal cars with peeling paint slowly moves across the harvest fields, the harvest that tells a story of all the years gone past. In this huge world, small hearts are beating, exploring, unafraid to make mistakes and yearning to feel.

A star with a big heart fell into a palm of a small boy - a palm that was warm but firm. They were telling each other stories about the worlds that they visited. The star was telling stories about the monsters that it conquered. The hearts were happy with each others previous adventures and dreamed of new ones.

The sun was slowly setting, and the movement of metal legs became distant and sluggish. It was calling both hearts to come home. 

“And we will write our stories in our minds, bodies and souls. We will meet again tomorrow!” - said the start and disappeared in the blanket of the night.

Our story will fill the fields, which the metal cars will erase after us, leaving space for new stories that we will write throughout the years.

————

This piece was made to help us remember the little child within us. When we were that child, we were eager to grow up, and once we did, we were looking for a way back, even if for a short while, just so we could feel that careless happiness, so we could become the heroes of our own stories, travelling through space in our dreams. So we could be brave against all monsters, and so we could not be afraid of bruised knees or our dirty jeans resulting from us playing in the puddles.

This piece is about how fragile and short life really is, and how as we grow older, we lose the time like sand between our fingers. This piece is about a big and fast world, about our hearts, and our vulnerability in the world.

———-

Digital print on canvas. 140x140cm. Only 10 copies will be made available for sale. Currently 7 copies left available for purchase.

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Ever since my early days, I was amazed by art, I was drawn to it. I liked to look at paintings and sculptures, and reading poems written by my late... Read more

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