u/yb-123456

Passing the burning sea

is the only way forward…

yet my heart is not ready,

still I must drown within it,

or else it will burn me,

and everything I carry.

Passing the burning sea

is the only way forward…

yet my heart is not ready,

still I must drown within it,

or else it will burn me,

and everything I carry.

there's so much happening around us that we never see...
stars bending just to reach her,
mountains holding their breath,
whole skies rearranging themselves
while she just... keeps grazing...

i think that's most of us honestly...
heads down, missing the magic happening right above us...

there's so much happening around us that we never see...
stars bending just to reach her,
mountains holding their breath,
whole skies rearranging themselves
while she just... keeps grazing...

i think that's most of us honestly...
heads down, missing the magic happening right above us...

there's so much happening around us that we never see...
stars bending just to reach her,
mountains holding their breath,
whole skies rearranging themselves
while she just... keeps grazing...

i think that's most of us honestly...
heads down, missing the magic happening right above us...

material: acrylics on canvas
Dimensions: 14x20 inches
location: PAKISTAN
available for sale-dm to inquire
price: 20k
delivery available all across PK

Tying my camel.

i'm a self-taught artist based in Pakistan, and I paint acrylics on canvas ...mostly landscapes and dreamscapes that sit somewhere between reality and imagination. These are some recent pieces. Would love to hear what you think, and happy to answer any questions about technique or process. Constructive criticism is welcome too!

also... please don't dm me for random chit chat, i'm just here to share my art 🙂
thankyou<3

home isn't always where you're from…
sometimes it's a place you've never been
but somehow already know
A place your heart longs for...

medium: acrylics on canvas

home isn't always where you're from…
sometimes it's a place you've never been
but somehow already know
A place your heart longs for...

Acrylics on Canvas

Home isn't always where you're from…
Sometimes it's a place you've never been
but somehow already know
A place your heart longs for...

And then the warmth slipped into the cold,

like sunlight resting on snow.

It made it glow...

a hush of heat in the hush of white...

a silent whisper that made me feel alive

And then the warmth slipped into the cold,

like sunlight resting on snow.

It made it glow...

a hush of heat in the hush of white...

a silent whisper that made me feel alive
acrylcs on canvas

And then the warmth slipped into the cold,

like sunlight resting on snow.

It made it glow...

a hush of heat in the hush of white...

a silent whisper that made me feel alive

In the hush of hills, a quiet house yearns,

waiting for footsteps to someday return.

Echoes of silence drift through the plain,

longing to be called home again.

acrylics on canvas

In the hush of hills, a quiet house yearns,

waiting for footsteps to someday return.

Echoes of silence drift through the plain,

longing to be called home again.

In the hush of hills, a quiet house yearns,

waiting for footsteps to someday return.

Echoes of silence drift through the plain,

longing to be called home again.

acrylics on canvas
12x16

She walked along the ocean,

her feet sinking into the cool, damp sand

as the breeze played with her hair.

Big, fluffy clouds filled the sky,

glowing softly in the morning light.

Waves kept rolling in, steady and calming,

while far-off mountains sat quietly on the horizon.

The air smelled and felt like freedom.

With each step, she felt a little lighter,

as if the ocean was washing away her worries

and leaving room for something new.💫