Photo Artist
@euerfeld.bsky.social
In the quiet hours of my free time, I make art.
a pull from somewhere deeper,
Deadlines blur, voices dim,
and only the canvas speaks.
I slip into a reality of my own making,
where color replaces logic,
where time forgets to tick.
And I wonder—
a pull from somewhere deeper,
Deadlines blur, voices dim,
and only the canvas speaks.
I slip into a reality of my own making,
where color replaces logic,
where time forgets to tick.
And I wonder—
Your Germatic feible looks great. I did not find one like that.
January 2, 2026 at 1:25 PM
Your Germatic feible looks great. I did not find one like that.
Another year, another calendar reset. We toast, we dance, we pretend our little bubble is still intact while the world burns outside the window.
December 31, 2025 at 9:26 AM
Another year, another calendar reset. We toast, we dance, we pretend our little bubble is still intact while the world burns outside the window.
Another year, another calendar reset. We toast, we dance, we pretend our little bubble is still intact while the world burns outside the window.
December 31, 2025 at 9:26 AM
Another year, another calendar reset. We toast, we dance, we pretend our little bubble is still intact while the world burns outside the window.
Another year, another calendar reset. We toast, we dance, we pretend our little bubble is still intact while the world burns outside the window.
December 31, 2025 at 9:25 AM
Another year, another calendar reset. We toast, we dance, we pretend our little bubble is still intact while the world burns outside the window.