Three Worlds, One Soul
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Title: Three Worlds, One Soul
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Size: 60 x 80 cm (15 mm canvas depth)
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Medium: Acrylic, mixed media on canvas
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Status: Original, unframed (ready to hang)
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Signed & comes with certificate of authenticity
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Shipping: Free in Europe
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Artist: Kabriela Arcane
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Price: €5000 (offers from galleries and institutions welcome)
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Prints available — contact for size & pricing
If you have any questions, please get in touch with me at kabrielaarcane@gmail.com
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In this painting, the artist opens a door into a world where reality, longing, and dreams intertwine into one emotional landscape. It is not simply a view of a landscape — it is a view into the heart.
High in the sky, embraced by the bright sun, a solitary angel sits on a white cloud. Their gaze is cast downward — not with judgment, but with deep understanding and protective care. They are a timeless observer, a silent witness to how humans live their earthly lives. The angel does not interfere, but they care. Every thought is filled with questions that may never find answers: Is all that we create and lose truly meaningful in the end? Who are we really doing it for?
Below, life unfolds in two parallel worlds.
On the left, nature lives — wild forests that breathe in a rhythm dictated not by clocks, but by time itself. At the edge of the greenery lies a small, slumbering fishing village. The village church bell rings softly through the whispering trees — like a quiet call from the heart, connecting people in simplicity and authenticity. Here, few words are needed — eyes speak, and hands support. Love here is quiet, deep, and humble — like morning mist over a still lake.
On the right, the pillars of the modern world rise tall — high-rises with windows reflecting dreams that often aren’t truly our own. Life moves noisily, driven by the need to prove and perform. The luxurious yachts in the marina shine proudly, but go nowhere — they are not paths to freedom, but symbols of status. In the midst of glass and steel, many people may gather, but true connection is rare.
And at the edge of these two worlds, standing slightly apart, is a lone white wolf. They belong to neither, yet feel the pulse of both. They are free, yet long for belonging. Their gaze is not lost, but discerning — they watch, understand, feel. The wolf carries ancient wisdom and the quiet readiness to wait. Their presence is like a silent question: What kind of world do we truly need?
And then there is a third world — one not found on land or sea, but high above, among the clouds. There, a fairytale castle stands with towers stretching into dreams. It is the place we all secretly long for — not physically, but spiritually. It is a realm of love, peace, and truth — a place we strive toward, even if we dare not always admit it.
With this painting, the artist tells us something deeply human and eternal — that we live in many worlds at once: the one we see, the one we yearn for, and the one only the heart understands. Love does not always live where there is most light, but where there is most truth. And longing — it is not a weakness, but a guide. It shows we care. That we believe there is, somewhere — in the forest, in the clouds, or within ourselves — a place where everything is real.
This painting offers no answers. But it gently invites us to wonder — who do we wish to become, what do we truly need, and what kind of world are we building?
And the angel above does not look down on us.
They simply wait.
For us to find our way back to ourselves.
I didn’t sit down to create this painting with a plan.
I was simply carrying a quiet ache — a strange kind of longing I couldn’t quite name. It wasn’t tied to a memory or place, but something older. A feeling that I live in many worlds at once and never fully belong to any.
So I began painting.
The angel came first. High in the sky — not descending, not saving. Just… watching. I imagined them not as a divine judge, but as someone who has loved humankind so deeply that it hurts. A silent witness. A guardian not of actions, but of hearts.
Next came the land.
On the left, I painted the kind of world I yearn for. Breathing forests. A village where bells ring not for ritual, but for truth. Where people speak with their eyes, and love is quiet and deep — like mist over a still lake.
On the right, I let the modern world rise. Glass and noise, proof and performance. Yachts that shine but do not sail. Windows reflecting dreams that aren't our own. I've walked both worlds — or perhaps I’ve always lived between them.
That’s when the wolf appeared.
I didn’t plan them. But they arrived — like some truths only appear when you're honest with the canvas. The wolf is the part of me that feels ancient and alert. They stand apart, yet understand both sides. The world of longing and the world of survival. Their eyes ask without speaking: What world are you building?
And finally, I reached for the sky.
Above it all — a castle in the clouds. Not a literal place, but something else: the realm of truth, of soul, of peace. The world we carry in our hearts but rarely admit to. A sanctuary that doesn't exist on maps, but in memory. Or maybe... in belief.
I cried once while painting this piece.
Not out of sadness — but because I suddenly hoped that maybe, just maybe, someone looking at this painting might feel understood. That someone else had also stood between worlds, wondering where they truly belong.
This piece is more than just a painting. It’s luxury symbolic art for collectors who seek depth. It belongs to those who value emotional honesty, spiritual searching, and the kind of stillness we rarely allow ourselves. It is for those who look at a work of art and ask: “Who would I be if I lived in this painting?”
This painting doesn’t offer answers.
But maybe, it gives a mirror. A window. A quiet companion.
To everyone who’s felt too sensitive for this world, too wild for the quiet ones ,too dreamy for the loud ones — I see you.
And the angel above?
They do too. And they wait — for you to find your wayback to yourself.
Kabriela Arcane