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Elham MBeygi’s Illustrated World

 

Each stroke is a whisper.

Each image—a quiet fragment of a larger tale.

 

Here you are invited into a collection shaped by wonder, solitude, and a gaze turned inward. From whimsical animal portraits to surreal, symbolic dreamscapes, each piece reflects a story untold, a question suspended in silence.

 

This portfolio is not merely a gallery.

It is a conversation—between what is seen and what is sensed.

Between the world outside and the one that quietly blooms within.

Symbolic Landscapes - Echoes from Elsewhere

These are not places you can visit.

They are not meant to be found on a map.

They come from a different kind of geography—

where emotions shape the hills,

and memory draws the sky.

 

Each piece is a fragment of something felt,

not explained.

An invitation to wander,

not to arrive.

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A woman holds a lantern high in daylight, guiding a distant boat — not to light the sea, but to warm the heart of the one abo
A single leaf, trembling with longing, reaches out for the tree that no longer answers — the final glance before the fall.

The leaf’s final plea for the cold tree 

and a tear that slipped away without permission.

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Roots Without Wings

The Last Drop Of Cup Of Tea
Illustration of a lonely coffee cup in a quiet café corner, with the last drop forming a wistful figure inside.
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The Silent sentinel

Digital portrait of a woman with teal skin and expressive eyes, staring to the side with a bitter smile. The painting conveys silence, sorrow, and strength

She sat in silence,

but the lake of her eyes revealed the storm

inside—

a storm that had long found no way to speak.

 

A world had been born from her,

but not like this—

not with violence,

not with lies,

not with assault.

 

And she endured.

Endured everything that came.

 

She was a woman.

A mother.

An earth.

 

A bitter smile rested on her lips,

perhaps she was a god,

or maybe—

just a woman

who had held up the weight of the world.

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Shelter in the Cup

Her posture stood tall — like a well-kept secret,

yet something broken curled quietly inside.

A silent dream

drifted upward with the unseen mist of tea.

No tear, no smile — just a long pause.

A silence that seemed to hide a voice.

And there, within the depth of the cup,

a mad soul

had taken shelter.

A visual meditation on silence, containment, and the fragile space where dreams rise — unseen, but deeply felt.
Locked door

Even locked hearts miss the knock of love.

 

A quiet door.

A brass handle that still remembers warmth.

And perhaps — a key that’s still out there.

Midnight passed, and the sun arrived —
while restless thoughts were still wandering the streets.
And a woman, waiting for herself
remained awake to return home.
Waiting for herself to return home
Symbolic painting of a person facing inner conflict, showing the struggle between self and time.
The musts and must-nots within me have turned me into my own enemy — as ancient as the days that have passed.
Dark Clouds

The Prison of Thoughts

 

Sometimes, even the night falls into itself—

a silent awareness that cannot find rest.

It no longer waits for answers,

but for the hush that follows when questions fade.

Perhaps the calm of my nights is lost,

wandering inside the sleepless mind of the night.

A sleepless night lost in its own thoughts — searching not for answers, but for silence itself.
Fall Leaves

Nights of the Bear

 

Some nights are made of a different fabric —

long, silent, and cold,

yet strangely beautiful.

 

Yes, I am a bear.

There’s no need to remind me.

I only wish to read for a while,

to be wrapped in gentle words,

and drift into sleep,

remembering the warmth of someone once close. 

A large brown bear lies peacefully on a wide tree branch in an autumn forest at dusk, reading a book under the soft glow of a lantern. Wrapped in a warm plaid blanket with a cup of steaming tea nearby, the scene feels cozy and poetic — where silence, warmth, and the fading light of day meet.
Fall Leaves

Don’t look at me that way —

who truly cares about diets?

I’m a bear, remember?

And staying awake this long,

just to wait for you,

is no small thing.

I was never meant to be a tiger —

only a creature of warmth,

with arms soft enough

to keep you safe

in the cold breath of autumn. 

A cozy autumn scene of a female bear sitting inside her warm wooden cabin, holding a large glass jar of honey and looking gently at the viewer. The glow of the fire and the fall colors outside the window create a peaceful, heartwarming atmosphere — part of “Nights of the Bear” poetic series by Elham MBeygi.

Maybe I’m a bear —

strong and mighty on the outside,

untouched even by the cold stare of a forest

that follows me, silent, beneath my skin.

 

But sometimes…

I break quietly —

and the only cure I find

is to hold myself close.

Not for the whole season,

but for a little while —

just long enough

to dream a sweet dream

and smirk at everything I once desired. 

A poetic digital illustration of a brown bear lying on its side, hugging a soft white pillow under the dim glow of a candlelight. The bear’s closed eyes and gentle expression evoke a sense of quiet sadness and warmth — part of “Nights of the Bear,” a reflective series by Elham MBeygi about solitude, tenderness, and the need for rest.

Somewhere in a cold and silent forest,

there may sit a bear who isn’t entirely a bear.

Sometimes, animals hold a gaze more human than we expect.

She says nothing, yet the flicker of her thoughts shines quietly in her eyes.

 

She longs for a snowy night, an armful of calm,

a window facing the tree that sits so gracefully beneath the snow—

and perhaps a small gift of love sent just for her.

A female bear sitting quietly in a cold winter forest, gazing at a snow-covered tree framed by warm lights, with a small gift beside it.
Rain Drops

Sometimes there are days when I don’t even know what I want.

All those hours of doubt

finally lead me to a quiet corner—

a soft couch that I sink into,

a bowl of ice cream in my hand…

 

All I need is to close my eyes

and taste it with my whole being—

hoping that maybe, just maybe,

its sweetness will reach me too.

 

Who can say what lives inside me?

Perhaps I’m a bear

carrying the faint illusion of someone else’s memories.

An emotional artwork of a woman standing in quiet contemplation, torn between inner doubt and a longing for comfort. A poetic moment filled with warmth, introspection, and the hidden metaphor of a bear remembering human memories.
Snowy Pine Forest

The little tree, adorned with lights, sat in its cozy corner, nestled in the arms of its pot.

Happy with winter and its cold, it smiled at the falling snowflakes.

What did it know of winter, after all?!

It held only a sweet image in its mind —

perhaps that empty, broken pot resting beneath the snow.

 

A tight knot of longing for the flower it never had

presses against its throat.

In a quiet winter corner, a small tree adorned with soft lights sits in the embrace of its pot. It smiles at the falling snow — unaware of what winter truly is.
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