The music began, passages of immense technical complexity fluidly bridging Caravaggio’s chiaroscuro with Renoir’s impressionism. The gloom and shadows of claustrophobic chambers contrasting with the vibrant radiance of a wide-open landscape. The realism of humanity down to its dirty nails and rotten wounds combined with the fleeting sanguinity of the moment.

Ella Leya

Categorized in : Dirty Humanity Shadow

Life is a desert of shifting sand dunes. Unpredictable. Erratic. Harmony changes into dissonance, the immediate outlives the profound, esoteric becomes cliched. And vice versa.

desert vices profound

My fingers traced the melody on an invisible keyboard—my usual way to connect with the music, to feel its emotions on my fingertips. I touched the keys softly, as if gliding my hands through water, but the musical notes kept slipping between my fingers like bubbles, waltzing away in the blue radiance.

keys blue hands

Jealousy knows neither morality nor empathy. by Ella Leya

Jealousy knows neither morality nor empathy.

empathy morality knows

That’s the power you possess as an artist. To find and express yo... by Ella Leya

That’s the power you possess as an artist. To find and express your own unique message.

unique artist messages

A knife wound heals, but a tongue wound festers. by Ella Leya

A knife wound heals, but a tongue wound festers.

turkish tongue knives

Destiny is a stubborn maiden. She likes herself just the way she... by Ella Leya

Destiny is a stubborn maiden. She likes herself just the way she is.

stubborn destiny way

The conversation ran as fluidly as the tea out of the samovar’s c... by Ella Leya

The conversation ran as fluidly as the tea out of the samovar’s crooked nose.

noses tea conversation