I hate tears! They don't care when or where to fall!
The night has come closer, replacing the unknown people with the known darkness.
No craving void left aching in the soul.
Late at night, when everyone's sleeping tight, I act drunk, drinking my bitter tears with hard music on my mind. I wait until everything feels alright, then slowly drift off to sleep without a fight.
In Bed - Lars van Wieren , 2022.
Dutch, b. 1994 -
Oil on canvas , 25 x 45 cm.
Anxiety is the neighbor knocking on the door, and with each knock, my heart trembles on the floor.
Untitled , Three Windows - Simon Schubert , 2022 .
German , b. 1976 -
Graphite on paper , 100 x 70 cm.
A lonely road in Seabeck
Stupid heart, blank brain and still body!