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Introduction

ABOUT

Syzygy Aeons is a space where form is only a temporary language,
and the invisible is allowed to speak.

Here is for : a vibration, a presence, a consciousness
pressing against the skin of reality.

Nothing here asks to be understood.
Nothing demands translation.
Every piece is simply a doorway:
from the visible to the unseen,
from the nameable to the infinite,
from the world we touch
to the world that touches us back.

This is not art as object,
but art as invocation—
a quiet alignment of soul and time.
A syzygy of what has been,
what is becoming,
and what has always existed.

Welcome to Syzygy Aeons.
The unseen has shape here.

Artist : YANA

Last Updated 24.10.31

SyZyGy AEONS

The works presented on this site include multiple series, ranging from energetic and non-material art to physical, tangible pieces.
My practice is not restricted to any fixed medium or format—each work is created in response to intuition, concept, and the moment, without a predetermined limitation.

Version A

Some forms cannot be seen, only sensed.

They move through light, through shadow, through the gaps between breaths.

The soul makes no sound, yet it alters the density of the world.

Version B

In the nameless place, something gathers, flows, fragments.
It does not belong to time, nor does it require language.

It simply—becomes.

Form without form, origin without beginning.
It moves like water inside stone,
like thought before thought,
like a universe learning how to breathe.

Version C

In the unseen, the soul moves slowly.

It writes in the grammar of stars and breathes in silence.
All things are only its shadows.

What we call matter is only one of its temporary disguises.
It exists before form and survives beyond dissolution,
a quiet pulse beneath the architecture of reality.

Version D

Where light cannot reach, silence glows.

What does not exist carries more weight than what does.
The soul is a texture, not a name.

It folds itself into breath, into bone, into dreams.
It is neither here nor elsewhere—

it is the space between, the resonance after sound,
the echo that arrives before the voice.

Version E

The soul does not live inside the body.
It simply borrows our senses to touch the world.

Sight, sound, skin—these are only doors it walks through.
Every encounter is an exchange,
every gesture a conversation between the visible and the unseen.

We are the instrument.
The soul is the one playing.

Version F

Some truths do not need to be understood.

They simply exist—like wind, like shadow, like soul.
They ask for no belief, and wait for no name.

Their presence does not depend on witnesses.
They move beneath thought, beneath language,
quiet as gravity, patient as nightfall,
shaping everything without ever being seen.

Version G

The soul is the universe unobserved.
When you look at it, it changes shape.
When you are silent, it appears.
It is a field of possibilities, collapsing into form
only when awareness touches it.
Not substance, but intention.
Not destination, but movement.

Version H

The soul is another form of light.
Not the kind that illuminates surfaces,
but the kind that reveals the interior of things.
It glows without burning,
sees without eyes,
and moves without distance.
Everything it touches remembers.