
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
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
Between the empty glass and the full heart lies sometimes a silence that speaks louder than words.
Skin in shadow’s glow
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