Welcome to Delvira！✨From Ukraine with Light✨
A place that’s way too beautiful 😍 to be serious.
And far too alive to be just a website 🌱
Delvira is like visiting an eccentric artist-philosopher…👩🎨
…who offers you starlight 💫instead of cookies.
And you’re like: “Thanks, can I have some more?” ☕
Starlight? 🌟 Yes!
Art Wonders
They’re not “just paintings”. They might open if you stare long enough👀
Whispering Books
Some pages might tickle your soul🤪
Sexy trees
Because reforesting the planet is sexy🌳
Gallery
It’s is not your average “art-tech something” 🙅♀️
It’s a glowing experiment in beauty, memory & mischief �� —
a love letter to Earth 🌍 wrapped in color🌈 light✨ and a little cosmic silliness 🥰
“Planet deserves gifts too”
like birthday presents �� —but with chlorophyll 🌿
No boring🧐 “environmentalism” here —just slow gestures of joy🌱boots in the mud, hearts full of stardust💫and 🌳 that grow like gentle exclamation points❕
📡 Every planted tree = a ping in Earth’s memory app.📲(Gaia does keep backups, you know.)📀
“Art Wonders”
a.k.a. paintings that don’t just sit on walls — they flirt 😏 with your neurons 😚
They’re not “art” 🙂↔️They’re color-coded hugs from parallel versions of you🤗
Technology?📡Some call it aesthetic resonance.We call it “light coded jazz in sacred geometry pyjamas.”🎷
⚠️ Side effects include:
– The urge to redecorate your entire life with more joy 🎉
“Whispering Books”
these books once flirted with a philosopher…and won 😘
Inside:
💋 Gentle chaos wrapped in velvet wisdom.
💌 Pages that know your secrets before you do.
🌹 And sentences that leave lipstick marks on your heart.
So if you’re looking for an intellectual one-night stand with your Higher Self —
Welcome in. We’ve been waiting. 😉
Showreel
Modern, mystical, occasionally interdimensional.
It’s not MoMA — but it’s a momentum.
Here we explore:
🌿 Nature — not a backdrop, but a wise old friend with dirty roots and slow jokes.
💡 Technologies — not just future-forward, but memory-backward.
🎨 Art — not as product, but as a beautifully confused doorway.
💬 Language — not noise, but bridge. Between who you were and who you’re remembering to be.