Acrylics and oil markers on paper
12 × 9 × 0.1 in
2025
In this composition, the figures seem suspended between movement and stillness, as if caught in the middle of a dance whose music cannot be heard. They are neither fully human nor entirely symbolic. They belong to a world where identity is fluid and where emotion takes shape before language does.
The large blue figure curves through the composition like a ribbon of energy, guiding the eye from one encounter to another. Around it, smaller beings appear, disappear, overlap, and transform. Each seems to follow its own rhythm, yet together they form a choreography of relationships.
The red hand at the center acts like a pulse connecting the dancers. A small flower-like form glows nearby, suggesting that beauty and connection emerge naturally when movement becomes exchange.
These are not portraits of individuals but of inner states. Curiosity dances with memory. Joy crosses paths with uncertainty. Imagination reaches toward the unknown. The abstract souls meet briefly, recognize one another, and continue their journey.
In the Tourliboulis universe, the dance is never finished. It is the endless movement of life itself: encounters, departures, discoveries, and transformations woven together into a single living rhythm.
Acrylics and oil markers on paper
12 × 9 × 0.1 in
2025
In this composition, the figures seem suspended between movement and stillness, as if caught in the middle of a dance whose music cannot be heard. They are neither fully human nor entirely symbolic. They belong to a world where identity is fluid and where emotion takes shape before language does.
The large blue figure curves through the composition like a ribbon of energy, guiding the eye from one encounter to another. Around it, smaller beings appear, disappear, overlap, and transform. Each seems to follow its own rhythm, yet together they form a choreography of relationships.
The red hand at the center acts like a pulse connecting the dancers. A small flower-like form glows nearby, suggesting that beauty and connection emerge naturally when movement becomes exchange.
These are not portraits of individuals but of inner states. Curiosity dances with memory. Joy crosses paths with uncertainty. Imagination reaches toward the unknown. The abstract souls meet briefly, recognize one another, and continue their journey.
In the Tourliboulis universe, the dance is never finished. It is the endless movement of life itself: encounters, departures, discoveries, and transformations woven together into a single living rhythm.
