This collection depicts censorship
whether censorship in traditional or modern societies
whether complete or partial deletion
Monat: Dezember 2025
Where the Light Touches First
Sometimes closeness doesn’t begin in the hands,
but in the hesitation before them.
A body holding itself
not to hide—
but to speak without speaking.
Here, skin becomes a threshold,
light becomes invitation,
and a sideways glance becomes a question
that needs no answer.
Somewhere between retreat and opening
lives a single breath of courage.
And maybe that is already enough.
Im Boho-Set
Im Atelierhaus Scheffelstraße, Wuppertal gibt es immer wieder Tage der Offenen Tür mit Ausstellungen und Aktionen. Dazu zählen auch Schaushootings in speziell gestalteten Sets. Auch bei den Events, wie beim Wuppshoot-Event gibt es solche Aktionen.
Hoier zeigt sich Ariel im Set eines Events mit dem Outfit von Lemas Creations
Instinct, Folded Inward
She stands where shadow tightens its grip,
arms crossed not to hide, but to listen.
The body remembers what language forgets:
the quiet weight of instinct,
the tenderness of restraint,
the animal patience of becoming.
Antlers curve like thoughts that never fully leave the mind —
present, hovering, protective.
Not a pose, but a pause.
Not surrender, but concentration.
A moment where strength turns inward
and waits.
Between Presence and Absence
A body before it remembers itself. A pause where intention forgets to hold on. Not the pose, not the gesture — but the breath that slips between what was meant and what dissolves.
The face opens like a question it doesn't ask. The gaze arrives after the fact, or leaves before the moment closes. Skin becomes threshold, glass becomes doubt, light becomes the thing that grazes without claiming.
There is restraint here, but it isn't refusal. Vulnerability drifts at the edge of sight — it lives in stillness, in the narrow distance between too close and already gone, in the frictions of proximity that never quite resolve.
Nothing arrives at certainty. No gesture completes its arc. Only the body, briefly unmoored, moving through shadow the way a thought moves through silence — restless, elusive, refusing to land.
This is not about knowing who someone is. It is about the instant identity loosens its architecture — when presence thins to membrane, when the act of looking becomes a shared suspension, uncertain and quietly breathing.
Moments
A face opening like a quiet dawn,
feathers gathering where words would be.
A softness that almost speaks,
a trembling held perfectly still.
And then —
only the body,
unwritten and unguarded,
moving through shadow like a thought
that refuses to disappear.
Two moments,
woven from breath and dusk,
tender, untamed,
and alive with the echo
of something yet unnamed.
Suspension
Between Light and Bone
She stands suspended between shadow and radiance,
a figure half-born of the forest, half-formed of breath and memory.
The antlers curve around her like echoes of an ancient animal grace,
turning her body into a quiet myth—
fierce, fragile, and defiantly alive.
Her face hidden, her presence unmistakable.
A moment carved from light, becoming its own wild language.
Mensch und Objekt / Human and object
Im Zentrum der Aufnahme steht eine nackte Frau neben einem einzelnen Stuhl.
Der Stuhl dient als einziges Objekt im Bild und dient als Stütze und Bezugspunkt. Die Hand der Frau ruht auf der Stuhllehne, während ihr Körper frei im Raum steht.
Die Wiesenfläche und der angrenzende Wald schaffen eine ruhige, reduzierte Bildatmosphäre.
At the center of the photograph stands a naked woman next to a solitary chair.
The chair is the only object in the image, serving as a support and point of reference. The woman's hand rests on the chair back, while her body stands freely in space.
The meadow and the adjacent forest create a tranquil, minimalist atmosphere.









