Image of "Mixed Worlds" by Tetiana Kononenko (Tanta), size: 70х50 см, made of canvas, varnish, print, Photos medium, from Sumy, part of the Eyes of the city series, priced at $60

"Mixed Worlds" (2021)

Year

2021

Dimensions

70х50 см

Materials

canvas, varnish, print

Medium

Photos

Series

Eyes of the city

Price

$60

The boundary between reality and reflection is blurred. It exists only in glass, only in this moment. The city passes through it - cars, people, windows, light. Is it watching us? Or are we looking through it?

Print 1/20.

Can be printed on any surface and in any size, details upon request.

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Year

2021

Dimensions

70х50 см

Materials

canvas, varnish, print

Medium

Photos

Series

Eyes of the city

Price

$60

The boundary between reality and reflection is blurred. It exists only in glass, only in this moment. The city passes through it - cars, people, windows, light. Is it watching us? Or are we looking through it?

Print 1/20.

Can be printed on any surface and in any size, details upon request.

Year

2021

Dimensions

70х50 см

Materials

canvas, varnish, print

Medium

Photos

Series

Eyes of the city

Price

$60

The boundary between reality and reflection is blurred. It exists only in glass, only in this moment. The city passes through it - cars, people, windows, light. Is it watching us? Or are we looking through it?

Print 1/20.

Can be printed on any surface and in any size, details upon request.

"Mixed Worlds" (2021)

The boundary between reality and reflection is blurred. It exists only in glass, only in this moment. The city passes through it - cars, people, windows, light. Is it watching us? Or are we looking through it?

Buy "Mixed Worlds" (2021)

The boundary between reality and reflection is blurred. It exists only in glass, only in this moment. The city passes through it - cars, people, windows, light. Is it watching us? Or are we looking through it?

Ask "Mixed Worlds" (2021)

The boundary between reality and reflection is blurred. It exists only in glass, only in this moment. The city passes through it - cars, people, windows, light. Is it watching us? Or are we looking through it?