Within The Void We Remain Breathless


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Within The Void We Remain Breathless

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Place: Aakirkeby
Municipality: Bornholm
Region: Capital Region of Denmark
Country: Denmark
Trees: Downy birch (Betula pubescens)
Season: Autumn
Month: October
Mood: Enigmatic and mysterious
Colours: Brown, white, yellow
Depiction: A grove of birch trees rises in the autumnal tapestry of October. The trees’ slender and needle-like forms, resembling toothpicks, pierce the sky. The birches yellow dress has a look of scattered golden glitter. It bestows the land with enchantment.
The foreground hosts long, pale grass swaying in the autumn breeze. Contrast against the golden splendour of the birch canopy. However, the real drama unfolds in the background. An impenetrable wall of brown twigs forms a formidable barrier. The dense and mysterious backdrop arises from these interwoven branches.
The October breath sweeps through the grove. A visual dialogue between the golden birches and the impenetrable twigs commences. Fragility and resilience, beauty and mystery serve as the subjects. Within The Void We Remain Breathless has the quiet strength, lying within the seasonal dance of life.

A somnolent grove of slender birch trees,
“Within the void we remain breathless,” the trees’ unease.
Without oxygen, life cannot exist,
In the emptiness, their stern struggles persist.

Arboreal skeletons in grim plight,
Exposed, enclosed by the void’s cruel spite.
Their pallor-stricken, bark-wrapped spines stand out,
Amidst twigs, matching parched earth during a drought.

The scrags’ suffocating mantra ensues,
Due to the existence of harsh taboos.
Whatever the trees yearn for and desire,
The void will not fulfil the needs they require.

The void, an unfathomable unknown,
A ravenous force, gnawing flesh from bone.
It hides, it lurks, and it pursues the weak,
A dark enigma of translucent mystique.

In the birch trees’ grove of golden glitter,
Implying sweetness, yet life proves bitter.
The everyday, tough hardship of being,
To fit, to get along without agreeing.

“Within the void we remain breathless,” it continues,
With all the birch trees’ resilient sinews.
In the unforgiving grip of the void,
Where any daring uprising gets destroyed.

Additional information


Canson Arches Aquarelle Rag, Aluminium Dibond


30×20 cm, 58×38.7 cm, 60×40 cm, 90×60 cm, 120×80 cm


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