Raf de Wit — Dutch skies. Paris edges. Texture that breathes. Come touch the surface. — 2026-04-30 04:22

Raf de Wit — If a piece won’t stop looking at you, listen. First-come, first-served. — 2026-04-30 04:04

Raf de Wit — Color carries weather; edges breathe. Stand in front of it and decide. — 2026-04-30 03:48

Raf de Wit — If a piece won’t stop looking at you, listen. First-come, first-served. — 2026-04-30 03:34

Raf de Wit — Dutch skies. Paris edges. Texture that breathes. Come touch the surface. — 2026-04-30 03:18

Raf de Wit — The studio is full. Studies, petits, big lungs of color. No hype, just painting. — 2026-04-30 03:17

Raf de Wit — I dream my painting and I paint my…

Raf de Wit — Art washes away from the soul the dust…

Raf de Wit — Art washes away from the soul the dust…