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If ever I fall, I rise again, carrying with me newfound wisdom and strength. It was always your own resilience, though you often framed it as the kindness of others.
Perhaps they played a part, too, yet in the end, you were entirely, unmistakably yourself.
You have wings, stop crawling!
© 2022 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
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An unsettling harmony between two unnatural tones — the ground glows with an odd, muted yellow, while the sky looms in a dense, surreal blue. No distractions, no clouds — just color, space, and feeling.
Not everything needs to be shown to tell a story.
Sometimes a fragment of architecture, a line rising into the sky, or a geometry holding time between stone and clouds is enough.
It is within the absence of the unnecessary that matter becomes presence, silence, and memory.
Non sempre serve mostrare tutto per raccontare qualcosa.
A volte basta una porzione di architettura, una linea che sale verso il cielo, una geometria che trattiene il tempo tra la pietra e le nuvole.
È proprio nell’assenza del superfluo che la materia diventa presenza, silenzio e memoria.
Moesgaard Museum south of Aarhus, Denmark - February 20, 2022.
This is from the exhibition: RUS - Vikings in the east.
better than any tree decoration... red vine climbers glowing in the winter sun, still snow in the background that is melted by now - very merry and thoughtful holidays to you all !
#fujiwalkathome2020
From a stay-at-home photo walk (due to the general lock down in Denmark) set up for members of a Danish Facebook group - May 01, 2020.
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Welcome to my latest video, where I bring a beautiful poem to life through the magic of jazz. In this video, you'll experience the enchanting verses of a poem that explores themes of purpose, solidarity, and the ethereal beauty of jazz. Let the soothing voice-over guide you through shadows, whispers of angels, and the rising notes of jazz melodies. Watch as spirits shimmer and hearts adore, finding solidarity and compassion in every stride. Join me on this journey and feel the blend of music and poetry guiding you towards a hopeful end.
Keywords:
Jazz poem, Poetry video, Angels and music, Spiritual journey, Purpose and solidarity, Ethereal poetry, Music and poetry blend, Uplifting jazz, Visual Poetry,
Compelling beauty
From a short walk in a local hilly recreational area known as Sir Lyngbjerg near Holstebro, Denmark - April 04, 2020.
Slukefter Kro, Vedsted near Vojens, Denmark – September 2024.
This is from our hotel window on a misty morning.
An unseen field rises from the dark,
like a thought surfacing without asking.
There is no wind, yet everything trembles.
There is no voice, yet something calls.
It is within this suspended space
that time stops flowing
and begins to remain.
Among these fragile lines,
silence is not absence:
it is a presence that breathes.
Un campo invisibile si solleva nel buio,
come un pensiero che affiora senza chiedere permesso.
Non c’è vento, eppure tutto vibra.
Non c’è voce, eppure qualcosa chiama.
È in questo spazio sospeso
che il tempo smette di scorrere
e inizia a restare.
Tra queste linee sottili,
il silenzio non è assenza:
è presenza che respira.
THE TRUTH ALWAYS COMES OUT.
I created this image to represent a simple and unavoidable idea: sooner or later, truth rises to the surface.
Even when someone tries to bury it, darken it, distort it, or keep it hidden, truth always finds a way through.
In this scene, the dark glass becomes a metaphor for a mind filled with omissions, silence and lies — yet something inside still moves, emerges, ignites, and breaks the surface. It is that precise moment when what was hidden becomes visible, and pretending is no longer possible.
I am creating a series of images inspired by proverbs because proverbs are the moral memory of humanity: in just a few words they contain experience, wounds, justice, irony, and survival.
I chose to create them digitally with Artificial Intelligence not because this technology can replace photography or “pure” art, but because I want to use a new tool without becoming its servant.
I want to bend the instrument to my own language — turning it into poetic provocation and visual protest.
Before the virtual becomes a weapon against human beings, I use it to remind human beings who they are.
And above all, to remind that truth — even when buried — always comes out.
I use Artificial Intelligence not to create “prettier” images or to compete with photographers and graphic artists, but as an expressive tool: it allows me to transform ideas and concepts into visual manifestos.
My works are not meant to pursue aesthetics for its own sake: they are meant to say something, to spark human and social reflection, and sometimes to express a clear stance.
For me, AI is a means to communicate with strength and immediacy a message that can make people think and, in some way, bring value.AI-generated images, not for aesthetics or competition.
I use AI as an expressive tool to create visual manifestos: works meant to communicate ideas, spark human/social reflection, and sometimes take a stance.
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Snapseed, Stackables App, Superimpose
Charcoal, acryl, oil pastels and oil on stretched canvas.
100 x 120 cm.
08/2021.
In de allegorie 'de grot van Plato' word bij mijn weten niets verteld hoe is gesteld met de schaduwen buiten de grot in het felle zonlicht.
Hoe is het gesteld met die schaduwen, of het ontbreken daaraan?
In the allegory 'Plato's cave', as far as I know nothing is said about the state of the shadows outside the cave in the bright sunlight.
What about those shadows, or the lack of it?
I could also give the work the title 'Freedom Jazz Dance'. Hereby: youtu.be/VI8bMhrsXR4
It was not memory.
It was not presence.
Only a reflection –
the trace of a body
on a wall.
The light was out of time.
Too warm for that suspended world.
A golden intrusion
that lasted less than the shadow.
A presence no longer belonging to what holds it.
A space that lets every trace slip away.
Only a glimmer – and then, nothing.
_________________________
Interferenza
Non fu memoria.
Non fu presenza.
Solo un riflesso –
la traccia di un corpo
su un muro.
La luce era fuori tempo.
Troppo calda per quel mondo sospeso.
Un’intrusione dorata
che durò meno dell’ombra.
Una presenza che non appartiene più a ciò che la contiene.
Uno spazio che lascia scivolare ogni traccia.
Solo un bagliore, e poi il nulla.
There is a gentleness we are born with,
before the world teaches us otherwise.
A trust that never asks, a love
that never counts.
As the heart feels, so move the hands,
the eyes, the breath,
for sometimes the tenderest things
carry within them the brightest truths.
⁛ Whatever we love softly, we give life to.
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.
For quite some time, I’ve had a desire to create impressions of characters I see in the street.
This is the beginning of a new series. I love to start with an old texture from my photo library and then make up the portrait combining images shot on an iPhone and/or #slowshuttercam and native camera app then layers blended with Superimpose X and painted on top with Procreate app.
More tutorials coming soon.
Visit www.iphoneographycentral.com/online-courses-creative-ipho...
If you would like to learn how I create my images you might like to try one of my online mobile artistry courses which walk you through my whole creative process via step-by-step video tutorials.
Click on the following web link in my profile to access these courses: www.iphoneographycentral.com/online-courses-creative-ipho...
Wisdom begins
when you stop accepting everything
and start choosing.
When you keep only the experiences
that taught you how to see clearly,
not how to be afraid.
⁛ May clarity guide what you carry with you
© 2026 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.
Sometimes, you feel a heaviness,
a yearning for something intangible.
The world seems like a book, page after page filled with stories,
stories you read but no longer write yourself.
Your heart beats softly, a call for freedom,
for a moment that belongs to you, and only to you, without the rules of time.
But there is love, a flame that never fades.
It rests deep within you, waiting for you to breathe it in, to bring it to life.
⁛ It's not perfection that counts, it's the love that you give.
© 2025 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.
From a short walk on a somewhat sunny day in Vestre Plantage near Holstebro, Denmark - March 14, 2020.
From a family afternoon walk in the area called Lindholm Fjordpark in the western part of Nørresundby, Denmark - February 16, 2019.
From a photowalk with a small group of other photographers on a wet Saturday afternoon on the Venø island near Struer, Denmark - June 15, 2019.
In a quiet, wide garden, gentleness blooms without hesitation.
Its blossoms, delicate and soft, spread peace into the night.
Like a gentle breeze, nothing stands against it.
A smile touches the heart when the soul begins to sing.
In every smile, in every word, the gentleness of its being is present. A gift we share generously, and it gives us peace.
Even in times of pain, it softly heals many hearts.
With every step, united in spirit, there is a gentleness that carries love.
⁛ Where gentleness shines in every room.
© 2026 Lorrie Agapi. All rights reserved.
My heart, my words. Please respect them.
Everything I share here comes from my own soul and my own journey.
Please don’t copy or rewrite my texts as your own.
Your own voice deserves its own space.