Cheeky, free, sparkling - luxury with a wink (turquoise edition)
Turquoise is not a decoration. Turquoise is breath.
This work begins with a field of sculpted rose petals, densely placed, shimmering like water in the sun. The surface is relief-like - soft elevations, small valleys, shadows that move as soon as you move. In the center sits a used wallet with an iconic monogram. Hand-painted. Signed. Magnetically mounted. One click - it's in your hand. One click - it's hanging again. Art that lives.
This blue-green does something decisive: It cools down the seriousness of the status and invites lightness. It doesn't say "distance", it says "Come closer". The color tone is fresh, open, almost summery. Just the right space for humor - and attitude.
Emoji & crown - two characters, one dialog
An emoji laughs in front - tears of laughter, open, human, untameable. Not a cynical grin, but real joy. This face makes the object tangible. It takes away the pose of the monogram without taking away its story.
Including the Crown - my little alphabet for icon status and Dethronement. A crown sets an exclamation mark and relativizes it in the same breath: Yes, it is a symbol. No, we don't have to canonize it. Dignity meets wit.
I work with these characters because they can talk without explaining themselves. The emoji opens up conversations: "What does it mean today?" - "What does it stand for for you?" The crown holds the space, sets the tone without losing its lightness. Together they create what BrandArt is at its core: Luxury with a twinkle in the eye.

From the wall to the hand - the daily ritual
BrandArt is not a still life. Every morning you can take the work down, use it and take it with you. In the evening it hangs back. In between: Everyday life as a stage. Cab, coffee bar, meeting, walk - the artwork is a stage. therebynot off the mark.
And then what I work for happens: people see it. They smile, ask questions, stop for a moment. "How much does it cost?" becomes "Tell me". People don't look at art - they speaks.
"Doesn't that wear out?" Yes. And that is good. Patina is biography. Every touch, every small scratch, every trace on the gold button is a note that you write on the surface. Not a defect, but Added value. That is why my works are unique (1/1), hand-signed and designed to be easy to move: secure magnet for the wall, ready for immediate use in the hand.
Haptics, light, movement - when surface makes music
The turquoise-colored rose landscape is not decoration. It is Clock generator. Up close it becomes sculptural, from a distance rhythmic. Every change of light changes the sound: fresh in the morning, clear at midday, deep in the evening. No trick, no filter - Material only.
The wallet itself also becomes a material, not a slogan. The monogram remains, but it no longer commands anything. It is background noise for a new voice - yours. You decide whether the laughing emoji today means freedom or self-irony, whether the crown today means courage or serenity. Meaning is not fixed here; it is movable.
Public instead of pedestal - luxury that goes with you
Art that goes out changes its audience. Not curators\:inside, but People. Not walls, but Paths. This is not an attack on luxury - I love good materials, good craftsmanship, clear form. But I love it even more when an object is not me owns, but with me speaks.
Turquoise makes the difference: it is festive without pathos, precise without harshness. It strikes a balance between romance (rose petals) and urbanity (monogram), between festive and free. Cheeky, free, sparkling - exactly that.
What remains - and what grows
When you wear this piece, you are not wearing distance. You are wearing Proximity. It's not there to make you look bigger. It's there for that, you more audible to make. And when you hang it back in the evening, it's not just a wallet hanging there. Your day hangs there - captured in small traces, in light that refracts differently than in the morning.
The work does not want to be explained to the end. It wants continue. Today you laugh with it. Tomorrow it will laugh at you. The day after tomorrow, you'll laugh at yourself. That's how luxury has to be if it wants to stay alive: not just shining, but tell.
