The Angel
OH MY LOVE, WHEN DID ALL OUR BONES START TO BEND?
The Angel
WE CARVED OURSELVES INTO WOODS.
The burning of us all.
For the leaves and the people who feel them fall.
Put me on a haunted attic and love me forever.
We all deserve to be lonely.
We almost...
Purple Fields.
SORROW,… FINALLY.
THE COUCH SESSIONS
the others
A HAPPY END
7, FOR A PAPER NEVER TO BE FOLD
VRAUW
STONES
AGAIN
MEER LICHT
INTER CARNEM ET PULVEREM
Who am i?
CONTACT Olivier Martens
OLIVIER MARTENS
"The Angel"
black pencil on wood 120cm/130cm
© Olivier Martens 2025
© Olivier Martens 2025
OH MY LOVE, WHEN DID ALL OUR BONES START TO BEND?
The Angel
WE CARVED OURSELVES INTO WOODS.
The burning of us all.
For the leaves and the people who feel them fall.
Put me on a haunted attic and love me forever.
We all deserve to be lonely.
We almost...
Purple Fields.
SORROW,… FINALLY.
THE COUCH SESSIONS
the others
Who am i?
CONTACT Olivier Martens
