
Venus in White
Soft dunes rise in light, whispers weave through tangled grass, silence breathes her name.
Ivan in Abstracts
Soft dunes rise in light, whispers weave through tangled grass, silence breathes her name.
Eros does not die from absence, but from overexposure – made visible, controlled, consumed, but no longer felt
A butterfly crawls from muted depths, from a silent mouth, in frozen night.
In shadowed peace, where fears lie sleeping, it found its wa...
So I sink down, as my strength fades away, my soul listens close to what chaos may bring.
The sea cries loud, yet I hear its pray, and w...
Silent roots whisper, Old soul rests on ancient bark, Timeless breaths of peace.
This series reflects society's fixation on superficiality and artificial ideals, with a particular focus on the pressures placed on women.
Gaze in shadow's play,
Lace whispers of strength untold,
Silence holds its breath.
A cold morning dawns,
Warmth lingers upon your skin,
Longing softly stays.
A veil made of shadows, a flutter from night, the face lies hidden, yet wakes into light.
Black roses bloom in the dark, out of sight, a...
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