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yvesbroeckx.bsky.social @yvesbroeckx.bsky.social · Apr 27
I T H A N K Y O U I
I wanted to thank everyone for the love, likes, comments and reposts, they mean the world to me. So this #dahlia #photo is for all of you.
Again, a big thank you for all the reposts, I don’t want to clog up peoples feeds so I thought I’d make a general thank you note.
A pink Dahlia against a black backdrop. Photo copyright ©Yves Broeckx
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I F R A C T U R E O F S I L E N C E I

A face dissolving into ink.
Thoughts louder than words.
What remains when identity breaks apart?
Fracture of Silence — ink, chaos, and restraint in uneasy balance.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #cptsd #art #ContemporaryArt
Fracture of Silence captures a moment where identity is no longer whole but not yet gone. The figure emerges and disappears simultaneously, carved out of violent ink splatters and fragile washes of gray. Lines cut across the face like interruptions—thoughts, memories, or wounds that refuse to settle. The absence of color amplifies the emotional weight: black ink becomes both shadow and substance, while the white space acts as silence pressing in from all sides. The face is present, yet partially erased, suggesting inner conflict, vulnerability, and the quiet chaos of being seen but not fully understood. This work speaks to the tension between control and surrender—where expression breaks free not through clarity, but through fracture. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
February 13, 2026 at 1:28 PM
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I T H E C O U R A G E T O B L O O M I

A single bloom against the weight of silence.
Resilience doesn’t shout — it quietly insists.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #Minimalism #Resilience #blueskyart #abstract #art #bloom #tree #complexptsd #cptsd #silence
The Courage to Bloom is an abstract meditation on vulnerability and strength. Set against a dark, atmospheric field, the lone flowering tree becomes a symbol of quiet defiance—proof that tenderness can survive even where warmth is scarce. The work invites the viewer to pause, breathe, and consider the beauty of persistence in isolation. A solitary tree rises from a quiet, slate-toned ground, its trunk slender yet unwavering. Around it, the world dissolves into a vast, textured darkness—smoky greys and bruised blues layered like unspoken memories. From this restraint, the tree blooms in soft pink, fragile yet defiant. The blossoms are not loud; they are deliberate. Each petal feels earned. The composition leans into minimalism: emptiness as pressure, silence as weight. The contrast between the muted void and the tender color suggests resilience—beauty that does not arrive because conditions are kind, but because endurance demands expression. This piece speaks of standing alone, of choosing softness in a harsh expanse, of growth that feels almost rebellious. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
February 11, 2026 at 2:24 PM
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I G I L D E D F R A G I L I T Y I

A fragile bloom suspended between shadow and splendor.
Ink-thin petals meet fractured gold — where vulnerability becomes reverence.
Gilded Fragility

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves

#gilded #gold #bloom #flower #penlineart #art #cptsd #blueskyart
Gilded Fragility explores the tension between delicacy and permanence. The flower, rendered in near-weightless black lines, feels as though it might dissolve at any moment—its form translucent, hesitant, alive. Behind it, the gold leaf background asserts itself with ancient authority: cracked, luminous, and imperfect, echoing both devotion and decay. The work reflects on how fragility does not negate value; it amplifies it. The bloom is not overwhelmed by the gold—it is sanctified by it. Together, they create a quiet altar to vulnerability, where softness is not weakness, but something worthy of being held in light. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
February 10, 2026 at 1:39 PM
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I B E T W E E N E M B E R A N D BONE I

An androgynous presence suspended between softness and strength.
Identity not declared — only felt.
Painted in breaths of red and silence.
“Between Ember and Bone”

— Te Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves

#portrait #male #blueskyart #cptsd #art
Between Ember and Bone explores masculinity as something fluid rather than fixed. The face emerges through translucent washes of crimson, rose, and ash, where sharp structure and fragile softness coexist. The figure resists definition — neither hardened nor delicate, but hovering in the charged space between. Loose watercolor strokes fracture the portrait, allowing emotion to bleed into form. The eyes hold a quiet defiance, while the mouth remains unresolved, as if caught between speaking and withholding. Warm pigments suggest heat, vulnerability, and pulse, while pale negative space creates distance and breath. This work is not a portrait of a person, but of becoming — an intimate study of identity in motion, where strength is gentle and fragility endures. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
February 9, 2026 at 1:38 PM
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I W H E R E C O L O R L E A R N S T O
B R E A T H E I

Some things don’t bloom to be seen.
They bloom to survive.
Where Color Learns to Breathe.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves

#sbstract #expressionism #abstractexpressionism #flower #flowers #complexptsd #cptsd #art
Where Color Learns to Breathe explores fragility as strength. The flowers are not symbols of beauty, but of persistence — rising from a surface that feels worn, scarred, and unresolved. The muted ground holds history; the blooms interrupt it gently, without force. They do not dominate the space — they coexist with erosion, silence, and time. This work lives between decay and hope, where color is allowed to be imperfect, wounded, and still alive. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
February 8, 2026 at 12:46 PM
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I W H A T T H E N I G H T R E F U S E S
T O S W A L L O W I

Some emotions don’t disappear when you close your eyes.
They leak.
They stain.
They stay.

- The Asylum Art -
Art and words by Yves

#art #emotion #eyes #tears #complexptsd #cptsd #blueskyart
#abstractexpressionism #abstract
This piece focuses on the male gaze not as strength, but as endurance. The eyes are heavy, angular, and grounded—carrying the weight of restraint rather than release. Thick brows and dark sockets anchor the face, while the black tears dissolve downward, as if emotion has found no other exit. The streaks are not weakness; they are evidence. Evidence of silence held too long, of pain processed inward, of masculinity shaped by containment instead of confession. The empty white space surrounding the eyes amplifies the isolation—nothing to hide behind, nowhere to look away. It is a portrait of what remains when expression is denied: intensity without voice, grief without spectacle, and a presence that refuses to disappear into the dark. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
February 6, 2026 at 11:37 AM
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I H E L D B E T W E E N I N H A L E A N D
S I L E N C E I

Some words don’t ask to be read — they demand to be felt.
This piece sits in that suspended moment where breath turns heavy and the air refuses to move.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #Expressionism #cptsd
Held Between Inhale and Silence is an expressionist meditation on suffocation — not only of the lungs, but of voice, presence, and inner space. The stark monochrome palette strips the image down to urgency: black gestures claw across a pale field, while gravity-pulled drips echo the slow descent of breath turning into weight. The words “I can’t breathe” emerge not as a statement, but as a rupture — scraped, dragged, and partially swallowed by the surrounding marks. They hover between being said and being erased. The surrounding smears feel bodily, almost bruised, suggesting pressure without a visible source. This work speaks to moments when the world presses too close: anxiety, surveillance, judgment, grief, or systemic force. There is no figure, yet the body is everywhere. The absence becomes the presence — an inhalation that never fully arrives. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
February 4, 2026 at 3:24 PM
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I T H E W E I G H T O F EN D L E S S
W A I T I N G I

A man sits at the edge of time itself.
Nothing arrives. Nothing ends.
Waiting becomes the punishment.
The Weight of Endless Waiting

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves

#art #blueskyart #complexptsd #cptsd #expressionist
This piece inhabits a universe stripped of consolation. A solitary figure crouches at the brink of a vast, desolate expanse, suspended in an eternal pause where time no longer moves forward, only deepens. Around him, countless shadowed forms echo the same fate—beings reduced to silhouettes, existing without expectation or release. The eclipsed light above offers no salvation; it illuminates only the scale of abandonment. Ruins stretch endlessly, suggesting a civilization that collapsed not through violence, but through the slow erosion of meaning. Here, waiting is not a prelude to hope—it is the condition itself. The work explores despair not as an explosive emotion, but as a quiet, suffocating permanence: a nightmare where love and purpose once existed, and their absence has become absolute. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
February 3, 2026 at 12:09 PM
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I E X P O S E D S I L E N C E I

Some silences are clothed.
Others are bare.
Exposed Silence — a charcoal study of vulnerability, restraint, and the quiet violence of being seen.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves

#CharcoalArt #Monochrome #Melancholy #blueskyart #art #cptsd #charcoal
Exposed Silence strips the figure of protection, not to sensationalize the body, but to reveal the emotional weight it carries. Rendered in dense monochrome charcoal, the bare torso becomes a surface for shadow, erasure, and hesitation rather than anatomy or desire. The downcast head and softened contours suggest withdrawal — a moment where exposure does not lead to clarity, but to fragility. The chest is present yet subdued, emerging through smudges and grain, as if the body itself is unsure whether it wants to exist fully in the light. This work explores vulnerability as a state of quiet endurance. Not the drama of pain, but the stillness that follows it — when nothing is hidden, yet nothing is offered either. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
February 3, 2026 at 12:34 AM
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I B E T W E E N W H A T W A S A N D
W H A T W A I T S I

A figure walks where the world thins out.
Not fleeing, not arriving—just moving forward through the weight of silence.
Between What Was and What Waits.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #Monochrome #cptsd
A lone figure advances through a corridor of darkness, where space feels compressed and time seems suspended. The surrounding forms dissolve into scratched shadows, as if the environment itself is eroding under the pressure of thought. The path ahead glows faintly—not as a promise, but as a question. Reflection on the wet ground doubles the figure, suggesting the self splitting between memory and momentum. This work explores transition: the quiet, heavy moment of leaving something behind without yet knowing what lies ahead. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
January 30, 2026 at 9:32 PM
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I W H E R E T H E S E L F B E G I N S T O
THIN I

A figure stands at the edge of becoming—pulled forward, not by hope, but by inevitability.
This is what it feels like when identity loosens its grip and light no longer promises return.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#cptsd
A solitary figure advances into a spiraling field of color and shadow, where space bends inward and direction dissolves. The vortex is not a place but a condition—an inward collapse rendered in bruised purples, deep blues, and exhausted pink light. Brushstrokes churn like memory under pressure, thick in some areas, scraped thin in others, as if the surface itself is struggling to hold form. The figure remains featureless and dark, not as absence, but as refusal. It does not resist the pull, nor does it surrender fully. Instead, it occupies the threshold between presence and erasure. The light ahead offers no clarity—only continuation. Where the Self Begins to Thin is an image of quiet psychological drift: the moment when movement continues but the reason for moving has already faded. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
January 29, 2026 at 9:51 PM
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I C L O S E D , Y E T L I S T E N I N G I

A face reduced to shadow, pressure, residue.
Charcoal doesn’t describe him—it remembers him.
An inward gaze heavy enough to leave marks.

— The Asylum Art -
Art and words by Yves
#CharcoalDrawing #MaleFigure #blueskyart #ContemporaryArt #cptsd
Closed, Yet Listening is a charcoal study of interior gravity. The male figure is rendered not as portrait but as surface—skin becoming paper, breath becoming smudge. The closed eye resists spectacle, turning the image inward, while dense lashes and compressed shadows suggest weight, fatigue, and unspoken vigilance. Charcoal is allowed to remain imperfect: rubbed, scarred, and grainy. Light does not illuminate so much as hesitate. The face feels paused between thought and withdrawal, presence and erasure. Rather than capturing likeness, the work records pressure—of time, of feeling, of consciousness folding in on itself. It is a quiet image, but not a calm one. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
January 28, 2026 at 9:44 PM
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I W H A T R E M A I N S W A T C H E S I

What remains doesn’t vanish.
It thins. It cracks. It watches.

What Remains Watches — a memento mori without drama, where decay is slow, intimate, and already here.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves

#skull #mementomori #art #blueskyart #cptsd
A nearly monochrome surface fills the canvas—ashen bone whites, smoke gray, and bruised charcoal. The texture is worked relentlessly: scraped, rubbed, scarred. No clean space survives. Embedded within the field, barely distinguishable, is the suggestion of a skull—but not literal. It emerges through negative space and abrasion rather than drawn form, as if discovered by erosion rather than painted. Hairline cracks radiate outward like time fractures. Thin, ghostly lines resemble veins, cracks in plaster, or dried riverbeds—signs of slow decay rather than violent death. Flecks of muted gold or oxidized ochre appear sparingly, not as decoration but as residue: traces of value, memory, or life that once mattered. There is no dramatic contrast. Death here is not theatrical—it is patient. The surface feels old, handled, endured. The skull never fully arrives, never fully disappears. It watches by existing. This memento mori rejects spectacle. Instead of reminding the viewer that death will come, it insists that death is already present—woven into texture, time, and matter. The work functions as a quiet confrontation: not “you will die”, but “you are already eroding.” Mortality is framed not as an ending, but as a constant pressure shaping the living surface. The painting becomes both relic and mirror. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
January 26, 2026 at 1:11 PM
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I S U N S E T F R A C T A L S I

Drenched in warmth and abstraction — Sunset Fractals captures the moment a palm tree meets the sun in a kaleidoscope of color.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #blueskyart #sunset #palmtree #abstract #landscape #complexptsd #cptsd #art
Sunset Fractals is a vibrant abstract interpretation of a tropical sunset. Angular, overlapping shapes form a fragmented landscape where a solitary palm tree stands silhouetted against a radiant sun. The painting emphasizes emotion through color — fiery oranges, reds, and yellows collide with deep purples and blues, evoking the warmth, energy, and fleeting beauty of twilight. The composition balances tension and harmony, guiding the eye across a dynamic, layered world that is both natural and geometric, inviting viewers to feel the sunset rather than simply see it. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
January 24, 2026 at 2:26 PM
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I B E T W E E N A S C E N T A N D
C O L L A P S E I
Some wings aren’t meant to lift.
Some figures aren’t meant to fall.
This is the moment in between—where divinity fractures under its own weight.
Between Ascent and Collapse

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#art #cptsd #ptsd
Between Ascent and Collapse depicts a solitary, faceless figure suspended in a void, caught between transcendence and surrender. The wings—wide, rough, and violently textured—feel less like instruments of flight and more like burdens etched into the body. Light scrapes across the form without ever fully revealing it, suggesting presence without identity, power without salvation. The figure’s posture tilts upward, but not in hope—rather in exhaustion, as if ascent has been demanded one time too many. The darkness surrounding it is not empty; it presses inward, absorbing sound, breath, and intention. This is not an angel descending or rising, but one trapped in the aftermath of belief—where faith has left marks, but no longer offers refuge. The work speaks to the quiet violence of expectation, the weight of roles imposed, and the moment when endurance becomes indistinguishable from collapse. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
January 23, 2026 at 9:25 PM
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I F I N G E R T I P S O F A B S E N C E I

A touch that never lands, a presence that lingers. ‘Fingertips of Absence’ captures the silent ache of connection denied, where hands hover in mist, yearning but never meeting.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves

#art #blueskyart #cptsd
Fingertips of Absence is an abstract expressionist work exploring the subtle tension of human longing and the void left by the absence of touch. Two ghostly hands emerge from a hazy, clouded background, their forms delicate and almost dissolving into the surrounding mist. Soft washes of muted grays, blush skin tones, and faint blues create a fragile atmosphere, while fine scratches and blurred contours suggest the memory of contact that never occurs. The painting evokes a quiet, haunting emotion—proximity without fulfillment, connection without resolution, and the persistent ache of intangible presence. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
January 22, 2026 at 12:23 AM
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I T H E W I N D K N O W S M Y N A M E I

A body held together by motion.
A face erased by its own momentum.
Not disappearing—just never allowed to settle.
The Wind Knows My Name.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves

#portrait #abstract #abstractart #art #complexptsd #cotsd #face
The Wind Knows My Name explores identity under constant internal pressure. The male figure is present yet unstable, carved by movement rather than defined by features. Streaks of light and blur cut through the face like intrusive thoughts—persistent, uncontrollable, anonymous. The work exists in a space between being seen and being carried away. There is no stillness to claim, no fixed self to return to. What remains is a silhouette shaped by forces it cannot resist: memory, expectation, noise, time. This is not a portrait of loss, but of endurance. A figure that continues to exist even as definition is stripped away—held together by motion when stillness is no longer possible. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
January 19, 2026 at 11:53 PM
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I S A L T O N T H E S K I N I

Stillness before the voyage.
A body marked by light, a gaze shaped by distance.
Nothing worn but memory.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#Drawing #FigurativeArt #Minimalism #QuietStrength #Portrait #blueskyart #art #complexptsd #cptsd #sailor
Rendered in delicate graphite, Salt on the Skin strips the figure down to presence alone. The sailor’s cap anchors the identity, while the bare torso dissolves into soft lines and restrained shading, emphasizing vulnerability over uniform. The drawing balances precision and restraint: freckles, bone structure, and subtle muscle definition emerge through careful cross-hatching, while large areas are left almost untouched. This tension between detail and absence evokes themes of exposure, youth, and quiet resolve—an individual poised between innocence and endurance, land and sea, before the weight of experience fully settles in. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
January 19, 2026 at 10:58 PM
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I E M B E R S B E N E A T H T H E
S I L E N C E I

Some fires don’t rage — they smolder.
Layers of scarred gold, ash, and shadow hold what was never allowed to burn openly.
This is what remains when emotion survives compression.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves

#art #cptsd
Embers Beneath the Silence is an abstract meditation on restrained intensity. Thick, eroded layers of ochre, charcoal, and scorched red suggest a surface that has endured heat without collapse. Gold tones flicker like buried light, partially obscured by ash-gray veils and scarred textures. There is no single focal point—only a field of accumulated pressure, where gestures feel rubbed, weathered, and half-erased. The painting evokes emotional residue rather than release: anger muted into endurance, warmth surviving beneath exhaustion. It exists in the space between destruction and persistence, where something wounded continues to glow quietly rather than disappear. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
January 18, 2026 at 10:02 PM
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I T H E W A T C H E R B E N E A T H T H E
F O L D I

A face half-buried in shadow.
An eye that refuses to close.
Not hiding — waiting.
The Watcher Beneath the Fold

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#blueskyart #art #complexptsd #cptsd #face #portrait #shadow #thewatcher
The Watcher Beneath the Fold explores the tension between concealment and awareness. The hood is not protection but compression — layers of silence pressed inward. The face emerges slowly, sculpted by darkness, marked by endurance rather than expression. The single amber eye functions as a quiet rupture: a point of inner heat in an otherwise cold, restrained surface. It does not accuse or invite — it observes. The textures feel worn, almost eroded, as if the figure has been shaped more by time and pressure than by choice. This piece sits in the space between withdrawal and vigilance. A presence that has learned to survive by folding inward, yet remains intensely conscious of everything beyond the veil. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
January 17, 2026 at 1:55 PM
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I E C L I P S E O F E M B E R S I

Eclipse of Embers — a dance of light and shadow. Textured moonlight meets molten gold, a fleeting moment of cosmic intensity frozen on canvas.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #Expressionism #blueskyart #abstract #complexptsd #cptsd
Eclipse of Embers is a semi-abstract expressionist oil painting capturing the tension between celestial calm and fiery intensity. The textured moon emerges from a dark, turbulent foreground, partially bathed in a radiant golden glow. Thick, gestural strokes and dripping pigments create movement and depth, evoking the clash of light and shadow, serenity and chaos. The interplay of warm golds with cool grays and blacks gives the piece a visceral, almost otherworldly energy, inviting viewers to contemplate the beauty and fragility of moments suspended in time. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
January 16, 2026 at 1:27 PM
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I P O W D E R E D S I L E N C E I

A face suspended between tenderness and defiance.
Soft armor. Painted breath.
Identity held together by tulle and restraint.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
Powdered Silence explores fragility as a form of presence rather than weakness. The figure emerges pale and composed, wrapped in layers of translucent tulle that function like emotional insulation—soft, protective, and suffocating at once. The makeup is theatrical yet restrained: flushed cheeks, metallic lips, bruised eyeshadow, suggesting both adornment and aftermath. The gaze is direct but quiet, refusing spectacle while still demanding attention. Gender dissolves into atmosphere, replaced by vulnerability, poise, and a deliberate stillness. Texture plays a crucial role—powdered skin, airy fabric, and muted brushwork blur the boundary between flesh and costume, self and projection. This work sits at the intersection of beauty and withdrawal, asking whether silence can be an act of control, and whether softness can carry its own kind of power. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
January 13, 2026 at 1:26 PM
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I W H A T W A S C A R R I E D ,
W H A T W A S L O S T I

Some wings aren’t about flight.
They’re about what was held up for too long,
and what finally had to be set down.
Gold remembers. Gravity remains.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #blueskyart #cptsd #art
What Was Carried, What Was Lost explores the tension between transcendence and weight. The wings, rendered in fractured gold and softened whites, feel both radiant and burdened—their beauty marked by erosion, drips, and gravity pulling them downward. Gold leaf suggests divinity, worth, or survival, yet it is imperfect, worn, and streaked, as if time itself has pressed against it. There is no body, no figure—only the implication of absence. The space between the wings becomes as important as the wings themselves: a quiet void where identity once existed. This work speaks to endurance rather than escape, to resilience shaped by damage. It asks whether wings are meant to lift us, or simply to show that we once tried to fly. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
January 12, 2026 at 1:09 PM
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I H E L D , N O T R E L E A S E D I

Some forces don’t explode — they compress.
This piece lives in that moment where emotion is tightened, contained, and barely kept from rupture.
Intensity, disciplined.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #Minimalism #art #cptsd
Held, Not Released explores the tension between power and control. Dark, forceful gestures push inward rather than outward, intersecting with muted fields of warmth and restraint. The composition suggests pressure held beneath the surface — energy that refuses spectacle, choosing compression over eruption. Scratched lines and fractured strokes hint at movement that has been consciously halted, as if emotion has been gripped tightly to avoid collapse. The work exists in suspension: intense, unresolved, and deliberately contained. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
January 11, 2026 at 12:48 PM
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I T H E W E I G H T O F W H A T N E V E R
F A L L S I

A cloud that can’t release what it carries.
Suspended grief. Silent pressure.
Some storms never break—they just drip into darkness.

— The Asylum Art —
Art and words by Yves
#AbstractArt #EmotionalMinimalism #blueskyart #cptsd #art
A solitary cloud hovers against a void, rendered in fragile whites and smeared light. Paint gathers, then gives way—stretching downward in thin, exhausted drips that never quite become rain. The background absorbs everything, offering no horizon, no ground, no relief. This piece speaks to emotional suspension: the state of holding too much while remaining outwardly still. The cloud is both burden and restraint—soft, familiar, and heavy with unexpressed release. What falls does so slowly, reluctantly, leaving stains rather than catharsis. It is not a storm. It is the moment before one that never arrives. Art copyright ©Yves Broeckx This is digitally created art concept and execution by Yves
January 9, 2026 at 2:39 PM