Speakingtomato bidder's editions

Soft shadows on the edge of sleep and wakefulness materialize within doorways as if conjured by ethereal hands. Tomorrow"s burdens, like specters of fate, take form. A dream woven by a midsummer night"s reverie unfurls its splendor. The delicate tulle of the window, stirred by a teal breath, raises a question: is it but the wind"s whimsy? To rouse from anxiety"s clasp or yield to its siren call? 

Bidder"s edition for Pale anxiety collection (searching for the voice I used to be, I"m in pieces I don"t want to see, a puzzle missing pieces)

Olena Speakingtomato, 2023  
Imagination + AI + Photoshop  
5000 x 6500 px