hey it's new collection time 💫 broken shadows | afterlight | arcadia is a visual novel in a way, but it is a journey too. it drifts from the restlessness of motion and fractured shadows, through echo and absence, and to the release and serenity of just being.

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A woman who doesn't exist. #photography

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Shiruku シルク🤍 The sun was shining, and the rain was falling. Beneath this skin, I was trapped in millions of woven silk threads. Your hand intertwined with the silk, unveiling the cocoon and laying bare my soul. 1/1 self-portrait 0.1 ETH

GM Art Lovers Today Leo turns 4 Already 4 year old It seems yesterday ✨ Enjoy your day!

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I'M SELLING MY ART. YEAH, EXACTLY THAT. there are things you never do. not because there's no chance or whatever. but because you decided. long ago, firmly, a vow to yourself. i will never be the guy who writes posts like this. who comes with an outstretched hand, even if there's something valuable in it. who uses his position and state as leverage, as bait, as a hook. i knew some people do that, and i just kept my thoughts to myself. and here i am. writing exactly this. it's turned out harder than i thought. but i'm writing. someone close to me needs help. real help. hefty help. you know, the kind that a kind word and a tight hug can't fix. life, it's like that. it doesn't ask if it's convenient for you right now. it doesn't wait till you're ready. it just shows up and slaps a "contract" on the table. and i want to tear it up. or at least part of it. i've always known that art saves. i've seen it. felt it on my own skin, on those nights when there was nothing else to hold on to except what i'd created myself. sometimes art saves the viewer. sometimes, its maker. sometimes a third person entirely. i know at least one person will read this and judge me. i get it. i get that look. reputation isn't an empty word. i've never traded on my name, never slapped "buy me" hashtags on my works. it wasn't false modesty, it was my principle. but principles aren't tested on calm days, are they? though maybe i'm wrong. they're tested right now. in moments like this. and i choose. consciously, without pretty self-justifications: between the reputation of a man who never asked — and the chance to help someone who matters to me, i choose the latter. no hesitation. cold head, eyes wide open. i don't think stepping over yourself means breaking. even if it's not easy. it just means you know exactly what you're doing it for. below — links to my current art. if it resonates with you — i'll be grateful. if you want to share — doubly grateful. shares mean just as much as purchases right now. thanks for reading all the way through. love to everyone.

fading into the blue, just like breath caught in cold water 'metamorphosis' ~ 1/1 🔗