Between Skin and Sky
Where water is not just surface, but memory. Where skin doesn’t simply show, but speaks.
A figure within the elements, framed by muted light and quiet vastness. Tattoos — fragments of a personal story, worn like thoughts, exposed like scars, and yet soft in their expression.
Fingers tangled in hair, as if to hold onto what storms within.
The red fabric glows like quiet resistance, against the fading current of the world.
This is no pose, but a stance. Between strength and vulnerability, between air and water, between skin and sky.
Between Skin and Sky
Where water is not just surface, but memory. Where skin doesn’t simply show, but speaks.
A figure within the elements, framed by muted light and quiet vastness. Tattoos — fragments of a personal story, worn like thoughts, exposed like scars, and yet soft in their expression.
Fingers tangled in hair, as if to hold onto what storms within.
The red fabric glows like quiet resistance, against the fading current of the world.
This is no pose, but a stance. Between strength and vulnerability, between air and water, between skin and sky.