Genur.art

There is just something wondrous, about a time and place that is long gone. It is like standing on a hill, observing the grey stone castle, far in the distance. It stands atop a green hill, overlooking its beautiful kingdom of woodlands, open fields and mountains. But it isn't just the image, it is being there, in person. To feel the contrast of the warm sun on your skin, with the cool wind flowing over you like a lost spirit. To feel the soil and gravel beneath your shoes, the grass softly whipping your ankles. Being present in a time that is gone, yet had just as much meaning as today. That people like you, your ancestors, were there. They experienced it, in much the same flesh you wear. The smell of rivers running nearby, and rain on the horizon. Like a dream forgotten, a fantasy already lived. An artwork just a bit surreal, but still grounded in reality.