I’m offering my original abstract artwork “Orbit of Silence” for sale.
This painting is all about movement, tension and rhythm — powerful red and white acrylic lines cutting through deep black space like a signal, a pulse, an orbit.
The artwork comes in a real vintage wooden frame (around 60 years old) and gives the piece an authentic, timeless presence.
🎨 Medium: Acrylic
🪵 Surface: Wood / panel
🖼️ Frame: Original vintage wood frame (approx. 60 years old)
📏 Size: approx. 60 × 50 cm (framed)
✅ One original / unique artwork
📩 Message me if you’re interested — pickup or shipping possible.
When I look at this Digital A3 neonpencil piece, I feel like I’m staring into a half-remembered place—something I’ve seen before, but not in this timeline. I see a curved modern building, almost like a station, a shelter, or a silent hall, sitting in a landscape that feels both calm and slightly unreal.
I drew it with rough, restless lines, and I can feel that energy again now: the strokes are fast, scratched, imperfect—like my hand didn’t want the scene to become too clean or too safe. I wanted it to stay alive, like something still happening underneath the surface.
When I add the neonpencil colors, I don’t just color the building—I color the atmosphere. I throw in mint, yellow, violet, and cyan, like small electrical flashes. For me it feels like streetlight reflections, like neon from somewhere far away, or like the world is lit by a hidden machine.
I love how the picture holds this strange balance: I make the architecture look solid, but I let the sky and the ground drift and vibrate, as if wind, noise, static, or time is moving through it. The dotted texture gives me a printed comic-panel feeling, like I’m turning my drawing into a memory on paper, something between pop-art and underground zine.
If I print this on canvas, I imagine the scene becoming even stronger. The colors would glow softer, the scratches would become more physical, and the whole drawing would feel like a frozen moment from a bigger story I haven’t fully told yet.
✅ For me, this artwork is:
a surreal architectural landscape, shaped like a dream, and colored like a signal.
Neonpencil meets future nostalgia.
Ich hab dieses Motiv als A3-Arbeit angelegt – roh, direkt, fast wie ein Fundstück aus einem Traum, der zu heiß geworden ist. In der Mitte steht für mich eine Gestalt, die gleichzeitig Krone, Tier und Zeichen ist: etwas, das Macht ausstrahlt und doch schon wieder zerfließt. Die violetten Spitzen wirken wie ein zerbrochener Heiligenschein, wie Antennen ins Unbekannte.
Ich wollte keine glatte Schönheit – ich wollte Bewegung, Druck, Hitze. Gelb frisst sich wie Flamme durch die Fläche, Rosa liegt wie eine alte Erinnerung darunter, und das Rot sitzt wie eine Wunde im Körper des Bildes. Die Linien halten das Ganze gerade so zusammen, als ob die Figur gleich aus dem Papier kippt. Unten tropft es in Streifen nach unten – wie Wurzeln, wie Regen, wie Sound.
Für mich ist das Bild ein Wesen zwischen Zerfall und Triumph: ein Symbol, das noch leuchtet, obwohl es schon bricht.
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Liste (Name / Edition / Preis)
• Crowned Drift – LTj 2026 – A3 Digital Print auf Canvas – 49 €
This digital poster translates the raw energy of gestural abstraction into a refined graphic surface. The dense lattice of white markings vibrates across a deep black ground, creating the impression of written language dissolving into pure rhythm. What initially appears chaotic gradually reveals an inner structure — a visual pulse that pulls the viewer into its center and then releases them back into the surrounding field.
The composition balances repetition and irregularity: layered lines seem to hover, overlap, and collide, producing a tactile depth despite the flat print medium. The circular motif acts as a subtle anchor point, giving the eye a place to rest before drifting again through the textured pattern.
As a digital artwork, the piece functions powerfully in both contemporary interiors and underground art contexts. Its high-contrast aesthetic makes it striking at a distance, while closer inspection rewards viewers with intricate detail and visual tension.
This drawing is not about action, it is about holding.
A figure stands with arms stretched, not in triumph, not in surrender, but in between.
The beam above is heavy, almost careless, like architecture that forgot the body beneath it.
The posture recalls old images of sacrifice, but here there is no drama, only endurance.
The lines are restless and rough. They do not want to be clean.
They follow the strain of the body, the tension in the shoulders, the quiet resistance in the face.
Color appears like stains of time: green, ochre, faded violet.
Nothing is decorative. Everything feels used, worn, necessary.
The background dots flatten the space, almost like a printed memory,
while the figure remains fragile and exposed.
Body and structure begin to merge.
It is unclear whether the person supports the beam
or whether the beam has already claimed the person.
This sketch speaks about carrying weight without explanation.
About standing because there is no other position left.
Not heroic. Not tragic.
Just present.
