In this mystical work by O.T.W., a veiled presence gazes through the storm of matter and memory — eyes ancient and knowing, half-shrouded in a maelstrom of texture and time. The face dissolves into elemental chaos, as if consciousness is being unraveled or reborn. Earthy golds and umbral reds swirl like embers in a sacred fire, while fragmented words below whisper a hidden incantation: my conscious ent… — cut short, as though the revelation is too holy to speak aloud. This painting is not merely a portrait but an apparition caught between worlds, where the soul confronts its reflection in the dark waters of becoming.
In this mystical work by O.T.W., a veiled presence gazes through the storm of matter and memory — eyes ancient and knowing, half-shrouded in a maelstrom of texture and time. The face dissolves into elemental chaos, as if consciousness is being unraveled or reborn. Earthy golds and umbral reds swirl like embers in a sacred fire, while fragmented words below whisper a hidden incantation: my conscious ent… — cut short, as though the revelation is too holy to speak aloud. This painting is not merely a portrait but an apparition caught between worlds, where the soul confronts its reflection in the dark waters of becoming.
Dimensions: 40 x 50 cm
Medium: Oil, acrylic, photo print on canvas
Artist: signed by O.T.W.
