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Kategorie: Nude
Echo of Narcissus
In der antiken Sage verliebt sich Narziss in sein eigenes Spiegelbild – ein Sinnbild für die Verführung durch das Selbst, das wir zu erkennen glauben. Zwischen Wasseroberfläche und Wirklichkeit verliert er sich in einer endlosen Schleife aus Sehnsucht, Identität und Illusion.
Meine Serie Echo of Narcissus greift diesen Mythos auf, nicht als bloße Nacherzählung, sondern als zeitgenössische Meditation über Selbstwahrnehmung, Projektion und die fragile Beziehung zwischen Innen und Außen. In einer Welt, die vom Blick beherrscht wird – dem eigenen, dem der Kamera, dem der anderen – wird der Akt des Sehens selbst zur Versuchung.
Die Protagonisten meiner Bilder begegnen ihrem Spiegelbild, doch sie berühren es nicht. Sie suchen Nähe und entgleiten sich zugleich. Licht und Schatten werden zu Grenzen zwischen Körper und Bewusstsein, zwischen dem, was ist, und dem, was gespiegelt wird.
„Echo of Narcissus“ ist eine Einladung, in die Stille dieser Spiegel zu sehen – und zu fragen, wo das Selbst endet und das Bild beginnt.
LAKE
…a morning at the lake…
Alter-Ego (Behind the Bunny Mask)
In the fall of 2023 I started this project. At first it was just because we needed something anonymous and somewhat Halloween themed.
During that first shoot I saw how she got into character. Transporting into this alter-ego character. With a little bit of anonymity from the mask there was suddenly so much freedom.
Then in 2024 I brought the idea to 5 more models and friends. We changed the settings and let them each bring their own alter-ego character to the woman behind the mask.
Now it's Halloween 2025 AND 4 more have added to their Alter Ego to the project.
Where is it going? First, it's certainly something that transcends a holiday!
Maybe it's a book, magazine, or prints…I'm not sure! But I know its rewarding to do something long term and also leaving flexibility to see where it leads you. It's so much better than "insta" "content".
Folded into Light
A shoulder becomes a shoreline,
knees a harbor for the tide of breath.
Shadow measures what the day can’t hold,
and the body keeps the quiet true.
Feather Nocturne
She moves where the garden forgets its name—skin lit by fragments of moon, a collar of wings taught to breathe.
Shadow maps the body like a returning tide; each pose is a molt, each pause a hush before flight.
Not escape, but translation: the night borrowing a human line to remember how light touches leaves.
Feathered hush
Between blur and brightness, a secret lifts,
and night grows soft enough to wear.
Mirror of Quiet Fire
She meets the light without blinking.
Feathers keep the night close,
skin keeps the memory of wings.
Between reflection and gaze,
a boundary loosens—
and the room learns her name in silence.
Arc of Quiet
Light draws a line across her body like a vow,
breath held between shadow and wood.
An instant of suspension—
where gravity forgets, and grace remembers.
