In a moment of pleasure and tradition, where the simplicity of a plate of pasta meets the beauty of a woman, celebrating the essence of Italian culture in a Mediterranean maritime setting.
Category: Fine Art
Fragmented Reflection
A body caught between presence and illusion.
The mirror doesn’t reveal, it multiplies —
turning intimacy into shadow,
and shadow into desire.
Embrace of Silence
In the interplay of shadow and light, the human body seeks connection with what cannot respond. The mannequin becomes both partner and mirror — a reflection of longing, intimacy, and the fragile boundaries between presence and absence.
Between reflection and shadow
She lingers between reflection and shadow,
a silhouette caught in fading light.
The mirror does not reveal her fully—
it whispers fragments,
half-memory, half-dream.
In the hush of patterned walls,
she becomes both present and distant,
a fleeting figure stitched into silence.
Armonia scultorea
La figura femminile in una posa che unisce,Posa, Forza, e Delicatezza.Il corpo assume una forma quasi geometrica, con le gambe sollevate crea una punta che si staglia contro il nero profondo dello sfondo.
The female figure in a pose that combines Pose, Strength, and Delicacy. The body takes on an almost geometric shape, with the raised legs creating a point that stands out against the deep black of the background.
Like a memory
She moved like a memory — half real, half already gone.
In the stillness of the room, only the blur remained.
Shards do not lie
Shards do not lie —
they fracture truth into something more profound.
She stands above the ruins,
not broken, but multiplied —
a reflection of power,
of myth,
of bare defiance wrapped in feathered shadow.
What once shattered
now reframes her entirely.
"Seen Through"
She looks through the frame,
not for beauty,
but for truth.
No longer seeking permission —
just presence.
The Quiet Room
In this room, time has softened its voice.
The walls still whisper stories of bare honesty,
of moments suspended between breath and silence.
Here, light becomes touch.
Skin speaks without sound.
And stillness is not absence,
but presence—measured, tender, raw.
What remains is not what was done,
but what was felt.
Not the pose,
but the surrender.
Becoming Morning
A breath before the day begins.
Wrapped in the hush of old linen and sun-drenched stillness,
the body recalls its silence —
not as absence,
but as presence unfolding.