Light skims the body like a surveyor, tracing ridges, hollows, quiet borders.
Fragments become coordinates—shoulder, heel, a slack hand—each a small longitude of breath.
Not confession, but mapping: the skin remembers where the shadow has been.
Graffiti Show
Graffiti Show mit meinem Modell
Ich habe mein Model mitten im Graffiti mit hartem Licht inszeniert. Die komplementär Farben und das harte Licht waren besonders an diesem Tag.
Graffiti show with my model
I staged my model in the middle of the graffiti using harsh light. The complementary colors and harsh light were particularly special on this day.
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.
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Double exposing with Witi
over recent weeks I have been trying my hand at analogue double exposures with mu Nikon FM2n and my lovely Voigtlander Nokton 58mm f1,4. Mixed results but some of them I am pleased with. Obviously more experiments requires. These were taken on Kentemere ISO 200 and developed in Adox D-76
Feathered hush
Between blur and brightness, a secret lifts,
and night grows soft enough to wear.
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Anonymous walls in the color of these days.
(1200px really is a limit for some scenes…)
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.
