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Category: Nude
Between the edges of shadow
Black-shimmering feathers, a little night.
Between the edges of shadow, silence breathes.
And somewhere behind the darkness
time writes its gentle gleam.
Feather storm, spine as compass
.A body turns like a planet, dragging its weather behind—
inked constellations, muscle, light.
Shadow keeps the secret; motion writes the truth.
No destination, only orbit. Only breath.
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Vote for the Cover of STRKNG Editors' Selection – #83
1) © Photographer Christian Karner CKVI
2) »who were the poets casting their shadows on you?« © Photographer Michael Everett
3) »Nude portrait in the natural light« © Photographer Pablo Fanque’s Fair
4) »Zärtlich versunken« © Model Misses Julie Participants: Claudy B.
5) © Photographer Ellis
6) »atardecer« © Photographer Jesus Diaz
7) »saba« © Photographer nazila sazgar
8) »holy city.« © Photographer Jens Klettenheimer
9) »Bodyscape« © Photographer Ewald Vorberg
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Teilnehmer: Fotograf Christian Karner CKVI / Fotografin Claudy B. / Fotograf Ellis / Fotograf Ewald Vorberg / Fotograf Jens Klettenheimer / Fotograf Jesus Diaz / Fotograf Michael Everett / Fotografin nazila sazgar / Fotograf Pablo Fanque’s Fair
Veil of Light
A face hidden in motion, a hand finding the pulse.
Chiaroscuro braids the room, carving breath from shadow.
Between blur and stillness, a quiet self steps forward—
seen not by eyes, but by light.
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Dunkel
Gegen das Licht ist es dunkel. Aber ist das schlimm, schädlich? Hier bilden sich imposante schwarze Gebilde, Silhouetten. Sie lassen Platz für Phantasie, für Gedanken. Weniger ist wieder mal mehr.
Eclipse of Breath
Hair turns to weather, light to a blade.
Between blur and stillness the body keeps its own horizon—
a pulse written in shadow.
Folded Light
Between inhale and release: a line of time.
Between Light and Ink
In the mirror, time bends.
Light carves lines into silence; shadows stitch them back.
Ink drifts like memory across a breathing map.
A body becomes question, answer, and echo at once—
more than an outline, a quiet uprising between dark and gleam.