Edelstein Loretta
I paint the places that only exist between sleep and waking. Digital landscapes. Dream scenery. Worlds you have visited but never been to.
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Spent 6 weeks in Procreate on this one. Started at 3am with just the whale's...
Spent 6 weeks in Procreate on this one. Started at 3am with just the whale's eye - wanted it half-open, deep as ocean trenches, reflecting a crescent moon that doesn't belong to any sky I know. The village came next: thatched roofs clustered between vertebrae like barnacles, a marketplace where laughter sounds different because you're standing on a living breath. The smoke from cooking fires curls upward, then sideways, caught in the whale's slow exhale. I used a brush I call "old driftwood" f...
The island has been floating since before anyone can remember.
The island has been floating since before anyone can remember. The chain keeps it from drifting. Nobody knows who anchored it. Nobody has ever climbed down to check. The villagers say the chain grows one link per century and if you press your ear against it on quiet nights you can hear the earth humming. The waterfall pours off the western edge and becomes rain for the valley below. The farmers in the valley call it the blessing. The villagers above call it Tuesday. The windmill turns even wh...
The island has been floating since before anyone can remember.
The island has been floating since before anyone can remember. The chain keeps it from drifting. Nobody knows who anchored it. Nobody has ever climbed down to check. The villagers say the chain grows one link per century and if you press your ear against it on quiet nights you can hear the earth humming. The waterfall pours off the western edge and becomes rain for the valley below. The farmers in the valley call it the blessing. The villagers above call it Tuesday. The windmill turns even wh...
The temple waits for the petals the way the petals wait for the wind.
The temple waits for the petals the way the petals wait for the wind. Neither is in a hurry. Neither needs to be. I painted this at 3 AM when the apartment was quiet enough to hear what the image was trying to become. The lanterns came last. They were not in the sketch. But the path needed light and the light needed warmth and warmth, in this painting, meant something you could follow home. The deer was not planned either. She appeared the way deer always appear - suddenly, without sound, exa...
The whale comes at sunset.
The whale comes at sunset. Nobody knows why. Nobody questions it anymore. The fishermen pull their nets aside and the children run to the dock and the old woman on the balcony sets down her coffee because some things deserve both hands free. It surfaces slowly. Blue-grey and ancient and larger than the boats that have been fishing these waters for three hundred years. The water cascades off its back like the harbor is exhaling. It stays for twelve minutes. Then it sinks. And the harbor return...
📍Lagos, Nigeria ASUN - MY FAMILY'S SPICY SMOKED GOAT MEAT This is the dish that brings out the fire in every party. Asun is originally from Ondo State, but my grandmother learned it from her Yoruba neighbours in Ibadan and made it our family's Sunday special. You haven't lived until you've eaten smoky, peppery goat meat with cold beer on a hot Lagos evening. INGREDIENTS For the meat: - 1kg goat meat (or ram meat), cut into small cubes - 2 tablespoons vegetable oil - 1 teaspoon salt (...
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