The clay house
In the heart of the mountain, among the whisper of the tree and the breath of eternity, a fairy-tale refuge lies hidden…
When I touched this house with my fourth, each one begins to tell a story – about old magic, forgotten paths and dreams hidden in the clay walls. The shadows of the tree keep ancient secrets, and the wind whispers legends of bygone worlds.
This is not just a place. This is a portal to another time, another world – a world that comes to life in the colors of my imagination.
Some places don’t just exist – they’re waiting for you to hear them, to feel them, to dream them..
Aquarelle painting
Dimensions: 30/40
In the heart of the mountain, among the whisper of the tree and the breath of eternity, a fairy-tale refuge lies hidden…
When I touched this house with my fourth, each one begins to tell a story – about old magic, forgotten paths and dreams hidden in the clay walls. The shadows of the tree keep ancient secrets, and the wind whispers legends of bygone worlds.
This is not just a place. This is a portal to another time, another world – a world that comes to life in the colors of my imagination.
Some places don’t just exist – they’re waiting for you to hear them, to feel them, to dream them..
Aquarelle painting
Dimensions: 30/40
In the heart of the mountain, among the whisper of the tree and the breath of eternity, a fairy-tale refuge lies hidden…
When I touched this house with my fourth, each one begins to tell a story – about old magic, forgotten paths and dreams hidden in the clay walls. The shadows of the tree keep ancient secrets, and the wind whispers legends of bygone worlds.
This is not just a place. This is a portal to another time, another world – a world that comes to life in the colors of my imagination.
Some places don’t just exist – they’re waiting for you to hear them, to feel them, to dream them..
Aquarelle painting
Dimensions: 30/40