Between reality and fantasy blur, A silhouette stands in a golden haze.Woven from petals and shadows of her, Lost in a garden of ethereal maze. Branches reach out like secrets untold, Painting her form in a soft, dusty light. A story of silence, silver and gold,Caught in the breath between day and the night.
Another idea-filled competition has ended, I walked through the night city of one of our four! winners, flew through an alien planet, the gaze of the Tuareg woman haunts me and I enjoyed your different artistic styles. My likes and followings swirled through the virtual world, I will prepare an invitation for the next competition in a moment and these competitions already have their doors open:
tapping into the collective mind of humanity, Fear shrinks the soul, cut off from life itself. tapping into the collective mind of humanity, opens to the hidden and cosmic realms. fragmented pieces reflect distorted images of herself and her surroundings. her movements are graceful and contemplative. ...