A heart falls from above, carried by a bird that glides through the web of light and shadow. Perhaps the heart breaks through the urban structure, gliding through the green veins that climb up between the façades like silent resistance. It falls, and with it the city seems to breathe for a moment.

It stands at the lowest point – small, barely more than a silhouette in the complex network of rivers and abysses. Her hand reaches out, picks up the heart that has been shaped by the city?

Nothing is lost; every fall, every impact, every touch becomes part of a larger pattern. The city devours and shapes, gives and takes. Its narratives do not follow a clear direction, but flow into each other like streams that never run dry.

21 x 30 cm oil neon paint (fluorescent) and metallic paint on an AI-generated image printed on Wanderings Handmade

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