ATRIUM's Choice

Irina Shilnova

Under the vast canopy of this 243-year-old tree, a family finds shade. My goal was to express my fascination using an impressionistic approach, capturing a fleeting yet momentous slice of time. It made me think of the completely different lives people lived here over two centuries ago. Even then, I’m sure they sat right here, talking to each other or lost in thoughts. Just as we do.

Yulianna Kabatova

We are born authentic. Then, little by little, we wrap ourselves up. In comfort. In silence. In expectations. You go through life as if you're breathing through a layer of plastic. Because it's easier. Because it's what's expected. Because it raises fewer questions. It seems to protect you, but in truth, it slowly suffocates you. And one day, it becomes a cage. You can no longer breathe. So you tear it apart. With your hands. Your body. Every cell of your being. This isn't about aggression. It's about freedom. About the right to be yourself. We pollute our souls the same way we pollute the planet. We cover our emotions with silence. We cover nature with plastic. But what is real always finds a way to grow through. Nakedness isn't about the body. It's about truth. About returning to yourself. We were never meant to be convenient. We were meant to be alive. To be free.

Liudmyla Hrunenko

Mother's Gaze is a silent language of love that asks for nothing and gives everything.

Liudmyla Hrunenko

A surreal moment in an open field where identity is hidden behind simplicity. The fish becomes a symbol — of silence, nature, and things left unspoken.

Darya Laikova

We were coming home and saw children splashing in the water, I took out a camera and took a picture!

Bill Boxer

Separated by only a few inches, each dewdrop quietly reflects the same morning in its own way. In the stillness, even the smallest moments become shared experiences.

Bill Boxer

Surface tension transforms a simple dewdrop into a delicate shelter, momentarily cradling new growth beneath a canopy of water. A fleeting structure created by nothing more than rain, gravity, and light.

Bill Boxer

Three dewdrops quietly hold separate reflections of the same morning. Suspended for only a brief moment, they invite us to pause and notice the extraordinary hidden within the ordinary.