Discover Surrealism: Art Stories by Surreal24seven

No one looks up from their phone anymore. We live inside our screens until something finally snaps us out of them. In the artwork, that “something” is a surreal woman dropping small glowing orbs from the sky, giving a gentle cosmic shove that forces a couple to glance up at the same moment and actually see each other. It’s a love letter and a warning wrapped into one.

A cyborg woman with exposed robotic parts stands on a fire escape. Her stance carries attitude but also exhaustion. She knows the irony of those TOUCH GRASS billboards, leering like evangelical hookers promising salvation for three easy payments of your soul. She gets the joke - hell, she’s the punchline. Touch grass is the new absolution: pay for the app, subscribe to social media, redeem your soul in micro-transactions. Teal light against dull concrete traps the scene in cinematic weight, balancing beauty and confinement.

 I can’t stand summer. It rolls in like a grim reaper with a tan, swinging humidity and sunshine like a meat cleaver. The air turns thick, sticky - like breathing through a mold-rotted rag - and suddenly everyone’s joined a cult of sun worshippers, chanting the gospel of “good vibes” under that leering, golden stare.