Oumuamua Girl No 3, acrylic on high-quality paper by Lena Snow, 62x43cm, framed in a customized wooden frame under glass, signed on the back. A delicate exploration of closeness, distance, and the subtle veil of love.
Oumuamua Girl No 3 (framed)
Original artwork, acrylic on high-quality paper, 62x43cm, framed in a customized wooden frame under glass (64x46cm), signed on the back of the artwork
Oumuamua Girl No. 3 - Oumuamua Girl No 3 is a portrait of the subtle tension between closeness and distance, between the longing we carry quietly and the moments we can never fully touch. Painted during a time when I was quietly in love, the feeling wrapped itself around everything but never reached the surface. I captured this invisible veil in the delicate folds of her shimmering metallic white gown, held softly in front of her, as if to protect and reveal at the same time. Her hair is adorned with pink flowers, and the abstract rose background shimmers with soft metallic tones, echoing the gentle glow of emotion suspended between presence and absence. The detailed lace in rose and white enhances this sense of fragile intimacy, a subtle interplay between softness and complexity. This work is about what is felt but unsaid, about how love can be vivid yet elusive. The figure stands as a symbol of quiet vulnerability and tender strength, a reminder that sometimes what we don’t express becomes its own kind of presence, shaping the way we move through the world and connect with others.
This artwork is also accompanied by a poem:
The Cloth
I want to touch you,
But I can’t
I want to reach out and take your hand,
But I can’t
I want to lean on you and feel your warmth,
But I can’t
I want to feel that comfort when you take me in your arms,
But I only can imagine
I want to breath in more of you while standing more close to you,
But I only could get a glimpse of how that might feel
I want to hug you
But I am not allowed to
The only thing I can do to be close to you
Is to give you
a cloth
Hoping you would wear it
So that something of me touches you
That something of me can feel your skin
Something of me smells like you
Comforts you
by Lena Snow



















