Unspoken
Febe Zylstra
530 × 420 mm
Mixed Media on Canvas (Framed)
He says nothing, but the silence is full, filled with subtle tension, as though he holds a story too complex for words. His gaze is a door left slightly ajar, where memory drifts in quiet circles, blue and endless. Not absence, but presence, the kind that waits, that listens, that holds what can’t be named. What’s unspoken still speaks!
Febe Zylstra
530 × 420 mm
Mixed Media on Canvas (Framed)
He says nothing, but the silence is full, filled with subtle tension, as though he holds a story too complex for words. His gaze is a door left slightly ajar, where memory drifts in quiet circles, blue and endless. Not absence, but presence, the kind that waits, that listens, that holds what can’t be named. What’s unspoken still speaks!
Febe Zylstra
530 × 420 mm
Mixed Media on Canvas (Framed)
He says nothing, but the silence is full, filled with subtle tension, as though he holds a story too complex for words. His gaze is a door left slightly ajar, where memory drifts in quiet circles, blue and endless. Not absence, but presence, the kind that waits, that listens, that holds what can’t be named. What’s unspoken still speaks!
