"The Last Place I Felt Real"

A dream suspended in time and sky, The Last Place I Felt Real is a portal to emotional refuge—one that hovers gently between memory and imagination.

This surreal piece features a bedroom adrift on a floating island, far above the ground and anchored only by longing. The walls are painted in cosmic hues, echoing the vastness of outer space. Vines spill from the pillows, soft and untamed, while a record player spins silently, as if sound alone could hold the room together.

The floating land represents the fragment of self preserved when everything else drifts away.

The space-painted walls evoke liminality—half-real, half-unreachable.

The vines speak of nature reclaiming comfort.

The record player plays no song, yet holds the weight of thousands.

Rendered in midnight navy, vine green, and soft starlight, this piece is meant to hang where dreams blur with reality—where solitude becomes a sacred threshold rather than a void.

• Paper thickness: 10.3 mil
• Paper weight: 189 g/m²
• Opacity: 94%
• ISO brightness: 104%
• Paper is sourced from Japan