Decommissioned

O Lord of Light, of wisdom, of time, illuminate souls lost in the grime
of fearing that virtue is stitched in a dress, forgetting that t...

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

Beneath her soft gaze, mirror whispers silent truths -a body unmasked.
Shadows dance on fragile lines, beauty breaks where light resides.

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.

Between intimacy and distance – a visual story capturing vulnerable moments that often remain unseen

Sensual