Eye Of Rhythm

Eye Of Rhythm ART GALLERY & TATTOOS
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view through the eye of rhythm, where the rare and the deeply personal become yours to keep.

Moss the color of deep water. A log soft enough to press a thumbprint into. Fern fronds holding rain like small glass be...
08/19/2026

Moss the color of deep water. A log soft enough to press a thumbprint into. Fern fronds holding rain like small glass beads.

This is where the gallery began. Years of lifting stones, turning over fallen logs, kneeling in the damp to watch what most people walk straight past. Whole ecosystems living quietly under a single handful of leaves.

We still make our work from this place. Not the forest itself, but the feeling of being small inside it. The hush. The patient detail. The sense that everything worth seeing is asking you to slow down first. 🍃

We think a lot about how that feeling carries into a room, how a piece can hold a little of that stillness long after you've left the trees behind.

What did you used to notice as a child that the grown-ups around you walked past?

She leaned in before she realized she had.Fingertips hovering at the edge of the frame, not quite touching. The leopard'...
08/17/2026

She leaned in before she realized she had.

Fingertips hovering at the edge of the frame, not quite touching. The leopard's eye held her there, amber and unblinking, every fleck of pigment alive under the warm cone of the track light.

We watched it happen across the room, and it's the same quiet thing we see again and again. Someone walks past, then slows, then stops. The canvas never asks for that. It simply waits.

This is what the Visions canvas does. It doesn't announce itself. It gathers you in. The longer you look, the more the eye looks back.

Some artworks live on the wall. Others live in the pause they create. 🌿

I ran a finger along the dried moss and stayed there longer than I meant to.There's a moment with the Enchanted Woodland...
08/14/2026

I ran a finger along the dried moss and stayed there longer than I meant to.

There's a moment with the Enchanted Woodland where the eye stops doing the work and the hand takes over. Real wood. A curl of fern. The painted edge of an antique frame that has seen other rooms, other hands long before this one.

It's a strange thing, to want to touch a piece of art. Most ask only to be looked at, kept behind glass and good manners. This one asks for something closer.

Run your fingers across it and the forest answers back. The grain of the wood, the soft give of the moss, the cool line of the old frame. A small landscape you can feel as much as see.

Enchanted Woodland 3D Wall Art. A small forest, framed and quietly waiting 🍃

🕷️🌙 ORIGINAL ARTWORK AUCTION — “WAITING FOR DINNER” 🌙🕷️Something is waiting in the mist… and dinner may already be on it...
08/14/2026

🕷️🌙 ORIGINAL ARTWORK AUCTION — “WAITING FOR DINNER” 🌙🕷️

Something is waiting in the mist… and dinner may already be on its way.

“Waiting for Dinner” is an original 16" × 20" acrylic painting featuring a spider suspended in her web alongside her egg sacs, set against an eerie teal, mist-covered forest.

🖼️ Framed Size: 21" × 17.5"
🎨 Original Acrylic Painting — One of a Kind

🔥 STARTING BID: $250
⬆️ Minimum Bid Increase: $10

⏰ BIDDING STARTS NOW!
🌙 Auction Ends: At 10Pm

The highest bidder at midnight takes her home. 🕷️

Auction Rules:
• Each bid must increase by at least $10.
• Please place each new bid as its own comment under the artwork.
• The winning bidder must submit payment within 24 hours of the auction ending.
• If payment is not received within 24 hours, the artwork will be offered to the next-highest bidder.

✨ One original. One winner. Who’s bringing her home?

"unobserved" 12" bt 16" acrylic painting framed prints available at www.eorgallery.art
08/13/2026

"unobserved"

12" bt 16"

acrylic painting

framed prints available at
www.eorgallery.art

newest acrylic painting "waiting for dinner"616" by 20"
08/13/2026

newest acrylic painting

"waiting for dinner"
6
16" by 20"

A lake lives inside a leopard's eye.Look long enough and the reflection begins to shift. Amber deepens into green, green...
08/12/2026

A lake lives inside a leopard's eye.

Look long enough and the reflection begins to shift. Amber deepens into green, green opens into water, and somewhere in the iris a small wilderness keeps its own weather. The longer you stay with it, the more it gives back.

That was the feeling we chased while making this piece. Not a portrait of an animal, but the world held inside a single glance. A place where stillness and motion live in the same breath.

Visions is a canvas print of an original mixed media painting. Held close, it asks for closeness back, rewarding the people who linger with details that hide in plain sight. 🍃

It's in the shop now, waiting for the wall where it belongs.

Moss, bark, fern. A hollow no bigger than a thumbprint, lit from within.This is the kind of world we grew up looking for...
08/10/2026

Moss, bark, fern. A hollow no bigger than a thumbprint, lit from within.

This is the kind of world we grew up looking for. Lifting stones to see what lived beneath them. Tracing the soft textures under a fallen log. Noticing the small things most people walk right past, never knowing they were there at all.

There is a whole world in a space the size of a fingertip. You only have to slow down enough to find it.

A small light. A small room. A small invitation to pause.

Everything we make begins here, in this quiet habit of looking closer. 🍃

The sea dragons weren't painted. They were built.Layer by layer, the materials decided what came next. Moss settled into...
08/07/2026

The sea dragons weren't painted. They were built.

Layer by layer, the materials decided what came next. Moss settled into shadow. Crystal caught the light where the fins curve outward. Wood held the deeper places still, the way roots hold a riverbank.

There's something honest about working this way. You don't impose a finished image onto the surface. You follow what the materials want to do, and the piece reveals itself slowly, one layer at a time.

That's why no two ever finish the same way. The moss never settles twice in the same shadow. The crystal never catches the light at quite the same angle 🌿

Swipe through to see what actually goes into a mixed media piece.

And if you ever live with one, you'll notice it looks different at dawn than it does at dusk. That's not an accident. It's the point.

Six o'clock, and the wall begins to glow.She reaches up to straighten the frame, and for a moment the room and the paint...
08/05/2026

Six o'clock, and the wall begins to glow.

She reaches up to straighten the frame, and for a moment the room and the painting agree on the same colour. Amber settles on the plaster. Rose deepens in the lake. The window light pours in as if it had been waiting all day to meet itself.

This is the quiet trick of a sunset on canvas. It doesn't hang on a wall so much as borrow from the hour, then give something back. At noon it is one painting. By dusk it is another, softened and warmed by the room around it.

We think that's the whole point of living with a piece like this. It keeps a kind of company. It notices the light changing before you do.

Tranquil Sunset Over Lake. Acrylic, antique metal frame. Living slowly in a room that knows when to soften. 🌙

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