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Trust without words

by Anna Fors

This series of photographs is about trust that arises where words fail. A horse and a human being are two breaths, two bodies, two rhythms that at some point coincide and become one. Their touches, glances, and pauses are manifestations of a single soul divided into different forms.

Walk with Jesus

by Cedrick Andrei Matias

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The Beauty of imperfection

by Anna Spector

The imperfections ( scoliosis as example) can become a piece of art.

The Night Market

by Cedrick Andrei Matias

Souls of the Urban Halls

by Cedrick Andrei Matias

Stories from the urban corners of the city

My home tastes like almonds

by Alessandro Manzotti Ferraro

Solastalgia: “the homesickness you have when you are still at home” The project focuses on this neologism coined by philosopher Glenn Albrecht, which comes from the combination of the Latin word sōlācium (comfort) and the Greek suffix -algia (pain, affliction). The word solastalgia defines an existential malaise caused by environmental and climate collapse. A concept related to eco-anxiety, solastalgia represents the loss of comfort and security we feel when a place that is dear to us, a place that we call home, is transformed and disfigured by a force or phenomenon beyond our control. Solastalgia, unlike nostalgia, is not the result of being far from home, but the result of continuing to live in a place that has become unrecognizable to the eyes, memory, and heart. The distress of living in a ruined home is reflected in the discomfort of inhabiting a body, the home of a Self, now stripped of its future. Through my photos, I give concrete and visible form to this modern condition by creating a dialogue between bodies that are magnificent, decadent like statues from a golden age now gone, with minimalist, dreamlike, and nightmarish interiors, stripped of all elements of comfort. This project is a visual investigation of this novel concept, an inevitable product of an era of permanent environmental crisis which is just beginning to make its mark in the field of psychology, and that is still largely unexplored by the artistic community. The photographs, taken using digital techniques, are self-portraits or portraits of non-professional models who all share the suffering of solastalgia. Although the project is still expanding, a selection of images has been published in a limited-edition book of the same name and exhibited in France (Paris), Belgium (Brussels), and Italy (Novara, Milan).

The Rooster Paradox.

by Ekaterina Bazhul

Strange feelings rolled over me with this series and I did it for a long time, simultaneously exploring the male part of myself and the dark part of my woman. So this rooster brought together another chapter of my life. The rooster symbolizes the male principle, pride, he's yelling and declares himself. At the same time, the chicken foot was always something disgusting for me... it was always associated with something dark, Baba Yaga, for example, which I can now easily interpret as MY UNKNOWN, WILD, DARK, REAL FEMALE, perhaps something powerful. A terrible beauty was revealed to me in this series. My favorite paradox, when it is incredibly beautiful and terrible. A rooster with his dry paw on a vulnerable, tender female body… It’s like when some unknown force touches you, you’re no longer afraid of it and you understand that in any case, you own it, and not it owns you. You accept the strange and it peacefully coexists next to your vulnerability, your skin, your body. It’s like an internal fusion with wildness that doesn’t destroy. All this is about the fact that a woman becomes soil, and for this rooster you became it.

Polarity

by Ekaterina Bazhul

Every woman has two primal forces within her. One is light, like the morning dawn: it brings clarity, warmth, and a call to creation. The other is dark, like the depths of night: it holds secrets, knows death and the power of destruction. They sprout from a single root, like two sacred flowers, unfolding in different directions of the world, but their sap is one and the same. When these forces resonate, they do not fight, but touch each other, and in this contact, life arises: an idea, love, a child, a new world. A woman is not a choice between light and darkness. She is a garden of union, where two eternal sisters embrace again and again, giving the world endless renewal.

I will sprout flowers

by Ekaterina Bazhul

Once upon a time, she lay in darkness, beneath a rough crust of soil, her body filled with the seeds of the future. She knew that it was possible to grow downwards and upwards at the same time: roots seek moisture so that the stem can reach the light. Her body learned to be prickly in order to protect the delicate shoots; it learned to be straight so as not to bend under foreign winds. The call of flowers and light awakened in her. It reminded her: «Look at your sun, even if it is night around you.» Having become a flower, she began to turn toward her inner light, rather than toward the gaze of others. Each rough leaf held the memory of pain, and each sprout was the promise of a new cycle. Sprouting flowers, she stopped choosing between shadow and light. Her roots nourished the earth, her stem stretched toward the sky, her heart became a field where the past and future meet. She is a sunflower woman: strong, honest, rooted, growing toward her own sun, so that one day she may blossom and give the world the seeds of her truth

Self-Portrait

by Ekaterina Bazhul

I’m interested in punk not as an image, but as an ethic. Punk is not chaos for the sake of chaos. It’s resistance. Freedom. The courage to be imperfect — and feel good inside it. For me, photography is also punk. It doesn’t have to be comfortable, polished, or easily explained. It can be honest. I work with the naked body not as provocation, but as vulnerability. Not to improve it, not to correct it — but to let it exist. Tension, asymmetry, pauses, fragility — this is where I see beauty and truth. Each image collapses into meaning only through the viewer’s gaze. Like a quantum moment. Here, punk is not aggression. It’s permission. Permission to be your own source.