Sadness flies away on the wings of time

Teatag question that formed the base for this work; "What's your very first memory?" 
My memory is not an exact moment of event in time but an emotion, a general feeling that I've had my entire childhood and young adult life, it clings to me like gum in your hair, easy to obtain but very difficult to get rid of it.
It's a feeling of sadness, loneliness, ... It's not my intension to be pathetic or elicit compassion from you, because without my past, my present would look totally different. And I can tell you with confidence and a cheerful heart, I wouldn't change my present life.
About the image itself: The little crown I used as a symbol for the girl how has every thing, the spoiled one, the raven is generally thought to be a symbol of sadness, loss and death in most European countries.

Artworks is available as signed and numbered limited edition prints. These are available in sizes from 60x60cm up to 110x110cm, 

All works are limited to an edition of 10, 3 or 1 print depending on the size. These are "true editions" which means that I will only produce that amount of original signed prints of that particular motif regardless of size. Each print comes with a certificate of authenticity and a serial number for tracking.

formaat: 60x60 - 80x80 - 110x110 cm
jaartal: 2017

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Sabrina M



Flying is mostly done with the imagination

Sometimes home is a person

It's better to feel pain than nothing at all

The decision to be me

Sadness flies away on the wings of time



Global shut down

Umbrellas of illusion

Follow your own path

Embrace simplicity

Once upon a time


Lest we forget

Odd one out

Transparent thoughts

Never show your true face

Intoxicated with the madness of the world

In spite of her protection, she prefers to disappear into thousands of butterflies

Gloomy tales

Disguising reality

Beauty of humility