A haunting, one-of-a-kind lovers eye artwork by Ghost Terrestrea.
Sylvia’s ember eye burns like a candle behind glass—tender, confessional, and edged with storm. Lace and baby’s breath soften her gaze, yet behind it lives the voice of a poet who stitched feelingless into the moon, acknowledging our own inner cycles and weather. She is both wound and witness, forever asking what magic can survive the weight of feeling so much. Her message is: “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.” (Mad Girl’s Love Song by Sylvia Plath)
A vintage amber iris (made in the 90s) set against a background of intricate white lace, baby’s breath and greenery.
The frame measures 4×5”
A haunting, one-of-a-kind lovers eye artwork by Ghost Terrestrea.
Sylvia’s ember eye burns like a candle behind glass—tender, confessional, and edged with storm. Lace and baby’s breath soften her gaze, yet behind it lives the voice of a poet who stitched feelingless into the moon, acknowledging our own inner cycles and weather. She is both wound and witness, forever asking what magic can survive the weight of feeling so much. Her message is: “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.” (Mad Girl’s Love Song by Sylvia Plath)
A vintage amber iris (made in the 90s) set against a background of intricate white lace, baby’s breath and greenery.
The frame measures 4×5”
