Explore a love story that didn’t belong to the light and never needed to.
6-piece series
Digital Art
A series of a memories that never happened, but always existed.
There once lived two souls—one made of fire, the other of silence. They met not in the light of day, but in the dark space between dreams, where hands didn’t ask for permission and mouths wrote poetry on skin. Every kiss was a vow. Every moan, a secret only the dark dared to keep. But the dark never stays quiet for long.
A third soul rose. It didn’t ask to belong. It simply stepped in—not between them, but around them. They were three, but moved as one heartbeat, held together by the echo of a memory that never needed to happen to be real.
This series was created to explore the kind of intimacy that doesn't need to be real to be remembered. It steps into the tension between desire and silence, connection and interruption—and asks how something unreal can still leave a mark that feels permanent.
This series includes six hand-drawn digital illustrations developed as a continuous narrative. Each piece is part of a larger emotional arc, shaped through symbolism, feeling, and structure.
Medium: Digital illustration
Format: Vertical — prepared for high-quality print
Edition: Limited edition prints available
Availability: Open for exhibition inquiries and purchase
Authenticity: Signed, numbered, and includes a certificate of authenticity
Pulse captures an intimate stillness through looping lines and layered motion. It is a visual heartbeat—a moment of quiet connection that sets the tone for the story to unfold.
In Anchor, presence takes form—steady, silent, and close. It follows Pulse as a moment of grounding, where one becomes the weight that holds another still in the drift. A visual pause in motion, shaped by care.
The dark never stays quiet for long. Something rose—slow and unseen, like a breath held too long. It was hunger in disguise. A pull neither could name, but both followed.
A third soul, or maybe just a shadow with hands. Not between them, but around them. They were three, but moved as one rhythm. A desire only the dark could hold without shame.
Desire spilled out, wild and unfiltered.
There were no names, only heat. No rules, only rhythm. They touched like they were starving and followed the pull like instinct.
Desire had come and gone like a storm. What remained was warmth. No more hunger, only breath shared in stillness. The two souls, once lost in heat, now found each other in the quiet. No need for noise just closeness and presence.
When it ended, it wasn’t with a word. It was with a look. Silence is still, shocked. Fire doesn’t fight it, he knows. This was never meant to last. That was the truth from the start. Without it, they wouldn’t exist.
They were made to want, not to keep. The fire and Silence loved in a way that couldn’t survive daylight.
And now, they walk away as strangers.
