Golden the Shine, Heavy the Soul
I wear gold but it doesn’t lift me. It glows, but not for me.
I’m tired of having to sparkle, of the daily dance for attention, of compa...
Ivan in Abstracts
I wear gold but it doesn’t lift me. It glows, but not for me.
I’m tired of having to sparkle, of the daily dance for attention, of compa...
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...
In golden hues of evening light, Where whispers rise, and time takes flight,
You softly sense what always stays, The wave that shapes yo...
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.
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...
When I'm awake, I feel lost because you’re so far from my reality. But when I search for you in dreams, I find only the madness of my des...
Between intimacy and distance – a visual story capturing vulnerable moments that often remain unseen
Some constraints are invisible yet omnipresent. They take your breath away, steal your freedom - intangible but threatening.