Disillusioned Realities

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Disillusioned Realities

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Exclusive: 62×42 cm, Canson Arches Aquarelle Rag, black frame 1 cm, acrylic glass
Municipality: Wartau
District: Werdenberg
Canton: St. Gallen
Country: Switzerland
Trees: European beech (Fagus sylvatica), sycamore (Acer pseudoplatanus)
Season: Autumn
Month: November
Mood: Enigmatic and mysterious
Colours: Grey, red, yellow

Depiction: In the crispness of November’s autumn, a tapestry unfolds. A mix of branches and twigs comes to life in a stunning display of colour and texture. Against a backdrop of grey tree trunks, vibrant red and yellow leaves dance upon the branches. A harmonious symphony of colours forms.
The branches and twigs intertwine to mould a labyrinth. And invite exploration and discovery. Each of their twist and turn offers a new perspective. For those who linger amidst nature’s maze, a revelation awaits. Within this abstraction, an allure draws observers in to uncover hidden treasures. And to experience the enchantment of the autumnal palette. The vibrant colours harmonise with the bright grey of the twigs, branches, and tree trunks. For the eyes, a feast to devour.
Much anticipates discovery and exploration within this abstraction of nature. With each moment spent in its charm, fresh ideas and results emerge. Disillusioned Realities peaks into the delicate and wondrous tapestry of nature.

Shattered upon the floor of existence,
A harsh, daunting world upholds persistence.
Images laid bare, exposing their flaws,
Where idealism wanes, truth reveals its claws.

Devotion to life’s possibilities,
Boundless hope, endless capabilities.
Steadily faded, then withered and dull,
Confusion spreads, leaving back an empty hull.

This narrative of reticent despair,
Truth and clarity’s weight proves hard to bear.
Gazing into a fractured looking glass,
Lifeless eyes stare back, and memories amass.

Shards of forgotten innocence resound,
Disillusioned realities abound.
A once unsullied river’s winding course,
Now muddied by doubt, flowing without remorse.

Or a crumbling statue, half-eroded,
One ponders about what its form boded.
A relic of preceding convictions,
Awakening visions of contradictions.

These disillusioned realities guide,
Through a strange journey, where phantasms abide.
Twisted memories, convoluted truth,
As innocence fades with the passing of youth.