The burning of us all.

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

OLIVIER MARTENS

oil on canvas, 220/120 cm

"Between my flame and your rain.

There's no blame."

© Olivier Martens 2025

Exposition Cultuurcentrum Hasselt, 2023

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