I FIX THE SHADOWS I My photography posts
I THE ASYLUM ART I Art and words created by me fighting CPTSD
I DAL L I A N CE I my art blog at www.dalliance.blog my own brief love affair with every piece of art.
Where the Tide Remembers — a study of the quiet violence and gentle surrender found at the edge of the ocean. A moment where darkness meets foam, and everything feels both endless and intimate.”
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#Art #cptsd
A portrait where vulnerability meets rupture.
A young figure stands suspended between serenity and fracture, his closed eyes crossed by a violent streak of red.
Stillness, sorrow, and the quiet scream beneath the skin.
—The Asylum Art—
Art, words by Y
A portrait where vulnerability meets rupture.
A young figure stands suspended between serenity and fracture, his closed eyes crossed by a violent streak of red.
Stillness, sorrow, and the quiet scream beneath the skin.
—The Asylum Art—
Art, words by Y
H E A R T B E A T S I
In the dim hush of a forgotten room, he lingers between shadow and light — a moment suspended, a pulse held.
An homage to stillness, fragility, and the beauty of being undone.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#Art #cptsd
A graphite study of vulnerability wrapped in shadow. A face half-revealed, half-guarded, drawn in soft gradients and sharpened edges. The moment between hiding and being seen.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#Art #Drawing #Portrait
An abstract descent into layered memory and the quiet collisions between what fades and what refuses to disappear. Earth, rust, and deep green intertwine like fractured echoes on a forgotten wall.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
An abstract descent into layered memory and the quiet collisions between what fades and what refuses to disappear. Earth, rust, and deep green intertwine like fractured echoes on a forgotten wall.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
A single peony, frozen in time.
Grace, fragility, and resilience captured in one suspended breath.
— Fix The Shadows —
Photo by Yves
#Photography #FrozenBeauty #Peony #FloralArt #StillLife #frozen #bloom #flower #art #complexptsd #cptsd #beauty #photo
A single peony, frozen in time.
Grace, fragility, and resilience captured in one suspended breath.
— Fix The Shadows —
Photo by Yves
#Photography #FrozenBeauty #Peony #FloralArt #StillLife #frozen #bloom #flower #art #complexptsd #cptsd #beauty #photo
Rising from the dark like a soul pulled through its own unraveling — Threadborne Ascension captures the moment a body becomes a conduit for forces seen and unseen. A dance between surrender and defiance.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
Rising from the dark like a soul pulled through its own unraveling — Threadborne Ascension captures the moment a body becomes a conduit for forces seen and unseen. A dance between surrender and defiance.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
A single rose suspended in winter’s breath — fragile, fierce, and impossibly alive.
‘Frozen Grace’ — a study in stillness, beauty, and the quiet power of cold light.
— Fix The Shadows —
Photo and words by Yves
#blueskyart #art #complexptsd #cptsd #rose #photo
A single rose suspended in winter’s breath — fragile, fierce, and impossibly alive.
‘Frozen Grace’ — a study in stillness, beauty, and the quiet power of cold light.
— Fix The Shadows —
Photo and words by Yves
#blueskyart #art #complexptsd #cptsd #rose #photo
D A W N I
A winter world in motion — where light fractures, shadows race, and the dawn feels alive beneath your feet. The piece bursts with color, chaos, and the electricity of a sun fighting through the cold.
—The Asylum Art—
Art and words by Yves
D A W N I
A winter world in motion — where light fractures, shadows race, and the dawn feels alive beneath your feet. The piece bursts with color, chaos, and the electricity of a sun fighting through the cold.
—The Asylum Art—
Art and words by Yves
A burst of creation suspended in the void — the moment light chooses to exist.
A starbirth distilled to its purest geometry: radiant, sharp, alive.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#blueskyart #Abstract #Starburst #Expressionism #cptsd #complexptsd #art #star
A burst of creation suspended in the void — the moment light chooses to exist.
A starbirth distilled to its purest geometry: radiant, sharp, alive.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#blueskyart #Abstract #Starburst #Expressionism #cptsd #complexptsd #art #star
R E B O R N I
Fragments of night stitched together beneath a swollen moon — where darkness breaks, new worlds appear.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#blueskyart #Surrealism #moon #AbstractNature #abstract #nature #cptsd #complexcptsd
R E B O R N I
Fragments of night stitched together beneath a swollen moon — where darkness breaks, new worlds appear.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#blueskyart #Surrealism #moon #AbstractNature #abstract #nature #cptsd #complexcptsd
Amid thorns, it still opens — soft light against the dark.
The Quiet Bloom — a reflection on resilience, beauty, and solitude.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#Art #Painting #StillLife #Symbolism #FineArt #blueskyart #complexptsd #cptsd #rose
Amid thorns, it still opens — soft light against the dark.
The Quiet Bloom — a reflection on resilience, beauty, and solitude.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#Art #Painting #StillLife #Symbolism #FineArt #blueskyart #complexptsd #cptsd #rose
“Where stillness fractures and something fierce breaks through.
Rupture of the Quiet — an exploration of tension, silence, and the moment a heart finally speaks.”
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#abstractart #contemporaryart #expressionism
“Where stillness fractures and something fierce breaks through.
Rupture of the Quiet — an exploration of tension, silence, and the moment a heart finally speaks.”
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#abstractart #contemporaryart #expressionism
B L O O M I
Beauty is not a fixed form — it’s a pulse, a flare, a moment of becoming.
Where Light Learns to Bloom — new abstract expressionist work exploring radiance, chaos, and the tenderness inside color.
—The Asylum Art—
Art and words by Yves
B L O O M I
Beauty is not a fixed form — it’s a pulse, a flare, a moment of becoming.
Where Light Learns to Bloom — new abstract expressionist work exploring radiance, chaos, and the tenderness inside color.
—The Asylum Art—
Art and words by Yves
Between flame and fog, the horizon breathes — a moment suspended between warmth and stillness.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#WatercolorArt #AbstractLandscape #blueskyart #SurrealNature #abstract #aquarelle #watercolor #cptsd #art
Between flame and fog, the horizon breathes — a moment suspended between warmth and stillness.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#WatercolorArt #AbstractLandscape #blueskyart #SurrealNature #abstract #aquarelle #watercolor #cptsd #art
L I V I N G I
In the borderland between light and absence, something waits — not death, but memory.
“Where Shadows Meet the Living” — A meditation on all we keep buried.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#art #abstractexpressionism #cptsd
L I V I N G I
In the borderland between light and absence, something waits — not death, but memory.
“Where Shadows Meet the Living” — A meditation on all we keep buried.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#art #abstractexpressionism #cptsd
A single flame can be both wound and weapon.
Vessel of Burning Quiet — an abstract expression of restrained rage and the silent heat of being alive.
— The Asylum Art -
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #Expressionism #blueskyart #art #cptsd
A single flame can be both wound and weapon.
Vessel of Burning Quiet — an abstract expression of restrained rage and the silent heat of being alive.
— The Asylum Art -
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #Expressionism #blueskyart #art #cptsd
In the quiet hours where shadows breathe and memories echo, he walks beneath a moon that sees everything.
The Weight of the Moon — a study of burden, silence, and the fire beneath the skin.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#art #cptsd
“Where light meets chaos, color becomes confession.”
Collision of Color — an abstract expression of conflict and harmony, where every shade bleeds into its opposite.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #Expressionism #blueskyart #art
“Where light meets chaos, color becomes confession.”
Collision of Color — an abstract expression of conflict and harmony, where every shade bleeds into its opposite.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #Expressionism #blueskyart #art
“Beneath the calm surface, memories splinter — silent, buried, unresolved.
‘Shards of the Forgotten’ — where the past pierces through the present.”
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#Art #Surrealism #Trauma #RepressedMemories #cptsd
“Beneath the calm surface, memories splinter — silent, buried, unresolved.
‘Shards of the Forgotten’ — where the past pierces through the present.”
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#Art #Surrealism #Trauma #RepressedMemories #cptsd
M Y S I L E N C E I
“To the One Who Breathes My Silence” — an abstract expressionist meditation on love that transcends form, where devotion lingers in color, not words. #AbstractExpressionism #complexcptsd#cptsd #blueskyart #art #paint
M Y S I L E N C E I
“To the One Who Breathes My Silence” — an abstract expressionist meditation on love that transcends form, where devotion lingers in color, not words. #AbstractExpressionism #complexcptsd#cptsd #blueskyart #art #paint
Thick light, dripping warmth — a heartbeat of the sun frozen in paint.
“Radiant Pulse” — an impasto eruption of gold, ochre, and blue where light becomes texture, and energy takes form.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #sun #Expressionism
Thick light, dripping warmth — a heartbeat of the sun frozen in paint.
“Radiant Pulse” — an impasto eruption of gold, ochre, and blue where light becomes texture, and energy takes form.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #sun #Expressionism
“Where the ocean meets the void, transformation takes form.
Edge of Becoming III — a meditation on movement, surrender, and emergence from the depths.”
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #Expressionism #blueskyart #cptsd #art
“Where the ocean meets the void, transformation takes form.
Edge of Becoming III — a meditation on movement, surrender, and emergence from the depths.”
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #Expressionism #blueskyart #cptsd #art
Whispers of color before the silence of winter — a fleeting harmony reflected in stillness.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractLandscape #AutumnArt #blueskyart #complexptsd #cptsd #autumn #landscape #abstract #theautumnleaves #art
Whispers of color before the silence of winter — a fleeting harmony reflected in stillness.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractLandscape #AutumnArt #blueskyart #complexptsd #cptsd #autumn #landscape #abstract #theautumnleaves #art
The moment between chaos and calm — where creation begins to tremble into form. “Edge of Becoming II,” an exploration of transformation, turbulence, and the quiet pull of emergence.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#Abstract #Expressionism
The moment between chaos and calm — where creation begins to tremble into form. “Edge of Becoming II,” an exploration of transformation, turbulence, and the quiet pull of emergence.
— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#Abstract #Expressionism