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"Pink Vision" di Alessandra Carloni.

Oil and oil pastel on canvas.

#AlessandraCarloni #PinkVision #contemporaryart #contemporarypainting #ItalianArt #ItalianArtist #RomanArtist #painting #oilpainting #oilpastel #oiloncanvas #figurativeart #figurativepainting #surrealart #surrealism #visionaryart #urbanart #urbanlandscape #Rome #Roma #Ostiense #Gazometro #GazometroRoma #industriallandscape #artwork #artecontemporanea #pittura #arteitaliana #art #arte

How Do Angels Worship?

Not with harps.
Not always.
Sometimes
with teeth.

With wings held shut.
With eyes wide open.
With a thousand faces
turned toward
the unbearable.

They do not sing.
They tremble
in fearful quiet.

Holy.

A word like nails.
Driven once.
Again.
Again.

Holy.

The throne burns.
The floor breathes.
The pillars remember
every name
God has swallowed.

An angel kneels.
Or falls.

It is not always easy
to tell the difference.

Metallic wings drift
through the bright shadow 
of storms.

Each one
still listening.
Each one
afraid to land.

Holy.

Some cover their faces.
Some cover their feet.
Some have no faces.
Some have only mouths.

One opens.
The stars recoil.

One whispers.
A city wakes
with blood
on its doorposts.

Is this praise?
The silence
after thunder?
The sword
returned to flame?
The hand
that does not strike?

Holy.

They circle
what cannot be 
approached.

Nearer.
Nearer.
Never arriving.

Their worship
is orbit.
Their worship
is fever.
Their worship
is the long refusal
to look away.

And somewhere
beyond the burning,
one small angel
folds its wings,
leans into
the terrible light,
and patiently waits
for God
to breathe.

How Do Angels Worship?

Not with harps.
Not always.
Sometimes
with teeth.

With wings held shut.
With eyes wide open.
With a thousand faces
turned toward
the unbearable.

They do not sing.
They tremble
in fearful quiet.

Holy.

A word like nails.
Driven once.
Again.
Again.

Holy.

The throne burns.
The floor breathes.
The pillars remember
every name
God has swallowed.

An angel kneels.
Or falls.

It is not always easy
to tell the difference.

Metallic wings drift
through the bright shadow 
of storms.

Each one
still listening.
Each one
afraid to land.

Holy.

Some cover their faces.
Some cover their feet.
Some have no faces.
Some have only mouths.

One opens.
The stars recoil.

One whispers.
A city wakes
with blood
on its doorposts.

Is this praise?
The silence
after thunder?
The sword
returned to flame?
The hand
that does not strike?

Holy.

They circle
what cannot be 
approached.

Nearer.
Nearer.
Never arriving.

Their worship
is orbit.
Their worship
is fever.
Their worship
is the long refusal
to look away.

And somewhere
beyond the burning,
one small angel
folds its wings,
leans into
the terrible light,
and patiently waits
for God
to breathe.

How Do Angels Worship?

Not with harps.
Not always.
Sometimes
with teeth.

With wings held shut.
With eyes wide open.
With a thousand faces
turned toward
the unbearable.

They do not sing.
They tremble
in fearful quiet.

Holy.

A word like nails.
Driven once.
Again.
Again.

Holy.

The throne burns.
The floor breathes.
The pillars remember
every name
God has swallowed.

An angel kneels.
Or falls.

It is not always easy
to tell the difference.

Metallic wings drift
through the bright shadow 
of storms.

Each one
still listening.
Each one
afraid to land.

Holy.

Some cover their faces.
Some cover their feet.
Some have no faces.
Some have only mouths.

One opens.
The stars recoil.

One whispers.
A city wakes
with blood
on its doorposts.

Is this praise?
The silence
after thunder?
The sword
returned to flame?
The hand
that does not strike?

Holy.

They circle
what cannot be 
approached.

Nearer.
Nearer.
Never arriving.

Their worship
is orbit.
Their worship
is fever.
Their worship
is the long refusal
to look away.

And somewhere
beyond the burning,
one small angel
folds its wings,
leans into
the terrible light,
and patiently waits
for God
to breathe.

How Do Angels Worship?

Not with harps.
Not always.
Sometimes
with teeth.

With wings held shut.
With eyes wide open.
With a thousand faces
turned toward
the unbearable.

They do not sing.
They tremble
in fearful quiet.

Holy.

A word like nails.
Driven once.
Again.
Again.

Holy.

The throne burns.
The floor breathes.
The pillars remember
every name
God has swallowed.

An angel kneels.
Or falls.

It is not always easy
to tell the difference.

Metallic wings drift
through the bright shadow 
of storms.

Each one
still listening.
Each one
afraid to land.

Holy.

Some cover their faces.
Some cover their feet.
Some have no faces.
Some have only mouths.

One opens.
The stars recoil.

One whispers.
A city wakes
with blood
on its doorposts.

Is this praise?
The silence
after thunder?
The sword
returned to flame?
The hand
that does not strike?

Holy.

They circle
what cannot be 
approached.

Nearer.
Nearer.
Never arriving.

Their worship
is orbit.
Their worship
is fever.
Their worship
is the long refusal
to look away.

And somewhere
beyond the burning,
one small angel
folds its wings,
leans into
the terrible light,
and patiently waits
for God
to breathe.

How Do Angels Worship?

Not with harps.
Not always.
Sometimes
with teeth.

With wings held shut.
With eyes wide open.
With a thousand faces
turned toward
the unbearable.

They do not sing.
They tremble
in fearful quiet.

Holy.

A word like nails.
Driven once.
Again.
Again.

Holy.

The throne burns.
The floor breathes.
The pillars remember
every name
God has swallowed.

An angel kneels.
Or falls.

It is not always easy
to tell the difference.

Metallic wings drift
through the bright shadow 
of storms.

Each one
still listening.
Each one
afraid to land.

Holy.

Some cover their faces.
Some cover their feet.
Some have no faces.
Some have only mouths.

One opens.
The stars recoil.

One whispers.
A city wakes
with blood
on its doorposts.

Is this praise?
The silence
after thunder?
The sword
returned to flame?
The hand
that does not strike?

Holy.

They circle
what cannot be 
approached.

Nearer.
Nearer.
Never arriving.

Their worship
is orbit.
Their worship
is fever.
Their worship
is the long refusal
to look away.

And somewhere
beyond the burning,
one small angel
folds its wings,
leans into
the terrible light,
and patiently waits
for God
to breathe.

Still Thinking About This (8 Photos)

https://streetartutopia.com/2026/07/30/still-thinking-about-this-sculptures-and-street-art/

Still Thinking About This (8 Photos)

https://streetartutopia.com/2026/07/30/still-thinking-about-this-sculptures-and-street-art/

Still Thinking About This (8 Photos)

https://streetartutopia.com/2026/07/30/still-thinking-about-this-sculptures-and-street-art/

Still Thinking About This (8 Photos)

https://streetartutopia.com/2026/07/30/still-thinking-about-this-sculptures-and-street-art/

Still Thinking About This (8 Photos)

https://streetartutopia.com/2026/07/30/still-thinking-about-this-sculptures-and-street-art/

~pu 樸~

#digitalart #surrealart #fantasyart #darkart #mixedmediaart #surrealcollage #psychedelicart #trippyart #pinkart #colorfulaesthetic #blackandwhiteart #halftoneart #symbolicart #visualstorytelling #dreamscape #darkfantasy #insectart #fireflyspirits #surrealnature #collage #relationshipmetaphor #mentalhealthart #traumametaphor #shadowwork #innerdemons #healingart #arttherapy #selfexpression #selfempowerment #artistsoninstagram #overcomeArt #overcomeSeries #pou #puArt #pu樸Series

~horned witness~

#digitalart #surrealart #marblestatue #hornedgoddess #mythicfeminine #symbolicart #watchingeyes #innerbeast #darkelegance #fantasyart #timelessbeauty #arttherapy #selfempowerment #creativejourney #artistsoninstagram #mythicportrait #surrealillustration #collage #chaiart

Delightful #SurrealPhotos by Robert Jahns will brush your sadness away: https://zorz.it/iTahr

#Audra #ColorfulImages #FantasyArt #UrbanPhotography #PhotoManipulation #RobertJahns #RuralPhotography #SurrealArt

Delightful #SurrealPhotos by Robert Jahns will brush your sadness away: https://zorz.it/iTahr

#Audra #ColorfulImages #FantasyArt #UrbanPhotography #PhotoManipulation #RobertJahns #RuralPhotography #SurrealArt

"The Star Jar"
Small-format watercolor surreal illustration with an anime-inspired aesthetic

#watercolor #artwork #animeinspired #surrealillustration #surrealism #surrealart #popsurrealism #mangaart #mangaaesthtic #animeinspired #illustration #animeillustration #painting #watercolrilllustration #Londonillustrator #illustratorforhire #editorialillustration #coverillustration #artprint #wallart #animeprint #animewallart #animesticker

Summer Fun (9 Photos)

https://streetartutopia.com/2026/04/18/street-art-of-cheerful-murals-beach-carvings-and-nature-sized-sculptures/

this piece is about being neurodivergent and specifically scatterbrained. In my youth they used to say "shes has a head full of clouds" created with ohuhu brush markers #art #traditionalart #watercolor #markers #abstractart #surrealart #ohuhu #abstractrealism

this piece is about being neurodivergent and specifically scatterbrained. In my youth they used to say "shes has a head full of clouds" created with ohuhu brush markers #art #traditionalart #watercolor #markers #abstractart #surrealart #ohuhu #abstractrealism

this piece is about being neurodivergent and specifically scatterbrained. In my youth they used to say "shes has a head full of clouds" created with ohuhu brush markers #art #traditionalart #watercolor #markers #abstractart #surrealart #ohuhu #abstractrealism

this piece is about being neurodivergent and specifically scatterbrained. In my youth they used to say "shes has a head full of clouds" created with ohuhu brush markers #art #traditionalart #watercolor #markers #abstractart #surrealart #ohuhu #abstractrealism

Just finished this.

I created an ink drawing on paper and then colored in a multi media style in Fresco. I am interested in any thoughts/critiques. I never went to art school, but have been working in design for ages. Anyway please dish freely.

You might be aware you have to click in to see the whole image.

#inkillustration #multimedia #adobefrescoillustration #adobefresco #illustration #surrealart #surrealism