Valette

01/09/2025

Syksy 🍂 se hetki, kun tunnen herääväni eloon. Inspiraatio virtaa ja keskeneräiset taulut odottavat viimeisiä siveltimenvetoja 🎨
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24/06/2025

One rainy day in June...

10/04/2025

Adventure awaits around every corner

03/04/2025

28/03/2025

Butt candle
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27/03/2025

Uusi projetki tulossa 🎨

27/03/2025

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20/03/2025

Hello from Ateneum!

17/03/2025

Langennut Enkeli 🌒

Before the great flood, there was an era when the angels of heaven gazed upon the earth and saw something more radiant than the stars—women.

Divine creations, sculpted by God’s own hand, so mesmerizing that even the celestial could not resist them. And so, the angels fell. One by one, they abandoned their place in the heavens, drawn to beauty they were never meant to claim.

But love twisted into obsession, and obsession into ruin. Their descent was not just from the sky but from grace itself, damning them to wander the earth as wretched echoes of what they once were. No longer angels, not yet demons, they bore their punishment with fury. And rather than accept their own weakness, they cast their blame upon the very beings who had enchanted them. Women—their ruin, their curse, their torment.

This painting tells the story of one such fallen angel.

His wings, once white as the dawn, have darkened—feather by feather—yet remnants of purity linger, ghostly traces of what he was. A smudge of red upon his cheek, the faint mark of a kiss, is barely concealed beneath the shadows of his wings. He hides it, perhaps, even from himself.

His gaze is heavy, dark with blame and longing. He will never admit his own fault. How could he? He was made perfect. The fault, the sin—it must have been hers. The woman. The one who dared to exist so beautifully that he could not look away.

For months, this image haunted me, whispering its story before my brush could bring it to life. Unlike my other paintings—bright, joyful, familiar—this one is raw, shadowed, steeped in sorrow and mystery. It took me beyond my comfort zone, into a world of fallen grace and untold rage. And now, as I finally step back from it, I see not just a painting, but a confession of something ancient, something forgotten, something tragic.
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15/03/2025

Happy Saturday 🩷

15/03/2025

Body candle 🕯🩷
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