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.
Category: Fine Art
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
Shards do not lie
"Seen Through"
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
Not by Walls, but by Memory
Pastel body parts
Creating delicate body part photographs was more difficult than expected. Whether said body part is shot directly in the crop or the image is cropped in post-processing, it takes a certain eye to create the balance between too much and too little.
To get away from the monotonous black and white image, I decided to go for a pastel look. I think the delicate colors of light, almost pink skin and the light blue background go together perfectly. I also chose a round frame with occasional break-out elements so that the image section also matches what is shown, namely a human body, completely without sharp edges and hard corners.
I would like to leave it up to you to decide whether I have succeeded in this balancing act or not 🙂
Have you ever photographed body art and if so, how did you find the process?
Teilnehmer: Model Miss Souls
Displacement Room
She doesn’t live in the real world — she monitors it remotely, from her Dragonland.
A place where everything means something,
preferably more than necessary.
In Dragonland, moods come in cinematic scale,
details are overread, silences reinterpreted,
and exits rehearsed for maximum impact.
She’s not hiding — she’s curating.
From the outside, it might look like withdrawal.
From the inside, it’s precision work:
reading the subtext, archiving the missteps,
and designing her next great non-response.
Dragonland isn’t a fantasy.
It’s logistics with better lighting.