I met her again: my quiet, fragile being with her body so transparent as if it was made of ice. I took her to the woods, undressed her and watched how strongly she reminds me of my own fear. That day I took many photos. Every one of them bears the signs of death (as the marks of her hands on my back).
Great idea for the dress...
beautiful photo and I just love this dress
her eyes would petrify
It is very mystical and the image promise secrets. And the soft and shimmering colours are great. Thank you for this imagge. It is great art!
photographs are really very artşstic as the comment is