Echoes of Time

Description

This painting is a reflection of humanity’s entire journey—from pride to fragility, from beauty to disappearance, from illusion to awakening.

At the center stands the tree of time, its trunk shaped by years and its heart transformed into a clock. It reminds us that time is not something outside of us—it grows within us, consumes us, and eventually carries us away. Every second that passes is irretrievable. The moment shown is not symbolic by chance; it is deliberate, calling attention to awareness, to presence, to awakening.

The castles and cities represent human pride—our civilizations, achievements, empires, and identities. We build them believing they will last forever, yet history quietly proves otherwise. One by one, they fall, leaving behind nothing but memory.

The grave markers and skulls are not signs of fear, but of truth. They speak gently: all power returns to silence, all names return to dust. What we carry into the end is not what we owned, but what we understood.

The tree’s aging form reflects the human condition. Youth fades. Strength changes. Nothing stands still. Time does not ask permission—it moves forward, shaping us whether we are ready or not.

The spider and its web symbolize the fragile nature of life. Like a spider’s home, existence is delicate, temporary, and easily broken. We live within threads we cannot see, believing them strong—until they vanish.

The flowers at the base are the soul of the painting. They remind us why life matters at all. Despite impermanence, despite loss, life is breathtakingly beautiful. Color, fragrance, love, emotion—these moments are meant to be lived fully, not postponed.

The clock’s moment is intentional. It points toward 2:22—the hour of awakening. A time when the world sleeps and the self awakens. A moment for meditation, reflection, tears, and truth. Two hours alone with oneself, where masks fall away and understanding begins.

This artwork does not judge.

It reveals. It asks one question only:

Are you awake—or only passing through time?