Photo Artist
@euerfeld.bsky.social
In the quiet hours of my free time, I make art.
a pull from somewhere deeper,
Deadlines blur, voices dim,
and only the canvas speaks.
I slip into a reality of my own making,
where color replaces logic,
where time forgets to tick.
And I wonder—
a pull from somewhere deeper,
Deadlines blur, voices dim,
and only the canvas speaks.
I slip into a reality of my own making,
where color replaces logic,
where time forgets to tick.
And I wonder—
They came at dawn, not with missiles but minnows.
The Fish Tank Division rolled ashore, glass turrets glinting in the polar sun.
Greenland’s icy silence was broken by the hum of filtration units and the splash of tropical invaders.
Locals watched in awe as angelfish patrolled fjords
The Fish Tank Division rolled ashore, glass turrets glinting in the polar sun.
Greenland’s icy silence was broken by the hum of filtration units and the splash of tropical invaders.
Locals watched in awe as angelfish patrolled fjords
January 18, 2026 at 11:49 AM
They came at dawn, not with missiles but minnows.
The Fish Tank Division rolled ashore, glass turrets glinting in the polar sun.
Greenland’s icy silence was broken by the hum of filtration units and the splash of tropical invaders.
Locals watched in awe as angelfish patrolled fjords
The Fish Tank Division rolled ashore, glass turrets glinting in the polar sun.
Greenland’s icy silence was broken by the hum of filtration units and the splash of tropical invaders.
Locals watched in awe as angelfish patrolled fjords
Another year, another calendar reset. We toast, we dance, we pretend our little bubble is still intact while the world burns outside the window.
December 31, 2025 at 9:26 AM
Another year, another calendar reset. We toast, we dance, we pretend our little bubble is still intact while the world burns outside the window.
Another year, another calendar reset. We toast, we dance, we pretend our little bubble is still intact while the world burns outside the window.
December 31, 2025 at 9:26 AM
Another year, another calendar reset. We toast, we dance, we pretend our little bubble is still intact while the world burns outside the window.
Another year, another calendar reset. We toast, we dance, we pretend our little bubble is still intact while the world burns outside the window.
December 31, 2025 at 9:25 AM
Another year, another calendar reset. We toast, we dance, we pretend our little bubble is still intact while the world burns outside the window.