Soft shadows on the edge of sleep and wakefulness materialize within doorways as if conjured by ethereal hands. Tomorrow's burdens, like specters of fate, take form. A dream woven by a midsummer night's reverie unfurls its splendor. The delicate tulle of the window, stirred by a teal breath, raises a question: is it but the wind's whimsy? To rouse from anxiety's clasp or yield to its siren call?

Bidder's edition for Pale anxiety collection (not solid forms, praying for high hopes, watching the world shine around you pieces)

Olena Speakingtomato, 2023
Imagination + AI + Photoshop
5000  x  6500 px