Geometrie des Verlangens

Eine Flamme aus Haut.

Zwischen zwei Fingern
gehalten
wie etwas Zerbrechliches.

Verlangen
hat selten eine Stimme.

Aber immer
eine Form.

Easy Sunday Morning

The Commerce of Sin Between confession and the gaze, between halo and bare skin, a transaction unfolds, older than morality itself. What is forbidden has always sold best. And what once reached for redemption now hangs in the display window of desire.

The Commerce of Sin

Between confession and the gaze,
between halo and bare skin,
a transaction unfolds,
older than morality itself.

What is forbidden
has always sold best.
And what once reached for redemption
now hangs in the display window of desire.

Polly

Roadtrip

Project: Topography of Venus - Looking for female models

I’m looking for models for my fine art photo series “Topography of Venus”. Black & white – intimate, poetic, respectful. Focus on light, form & structure.
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[1. The Awakening] In the tangle of old life-veins, a soul climbs upward, bare and torn, naked with itself, mid ancient pains: When was the start? And what before? Its fingers reach toward unborn light, yet hold the clock’s slow turning back. The branches creak, they whisper fright, of earthen grief and joy gone slack. She does not fly, nor does she fall, a body floating deep in shade. Where neither dawn nor light meets call, she weaves the dream that onward sways. No up, no down, just dark’s embrace, a life that lingers soft and veiled. Entwined within root’s wild maze, a lonely heart that deeper sails.

[2. The Stillness Within] She leans inside a breathing space, no more to flee, no more to fight. The time that once awoke her pace now rests within her hands, held tight. A breath of wind through leaves is cast, the branches bend in quiet play. She listens - hearing none but past- her storm grows still and fades away. Her gaze dissolves in weightless drift, her body calm, a soundless thread. Entwined with life, once torn and swift, the fear dissolves, though pulses tread. No urge remains, no goal, no strain, just being in the room’s embrace. A resting deep in earthen grain - a soul that heals in silent grace.

[3. The Revelation] A body stretched between two spheres, with veins that trace the silent stone. No pain, no cry – just dream appears, as root flows in, and she’s alone. A breath that gives the earth a kiss, the wind, it dances through her mind. She knows she need not fall from this, for roots within her gently bind. A balance held in strength and grace, formed in a ring of wood and dust. Her body now a quiet face, her soul remains in sacred trust. This is not end – but where it starts, in arcs that open wide and free. The sand of time flows through all parts, where self dissolves from time, and be.

Heart. Root. Stone.

Between root and breath,
she rises, rests, becomes -
a body carved by silence,
a soul unspun from time.
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Muse: @tezztran.bsky.social
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#PoetryInThreeParts #FromRootToSelf #LyricalMetamorphosis #BodyEarthTime #AwakeningThroughStillness

Between two breaths, the unspeakable unfolds,
a hand that thinks, a skin that feels.
In the moment of touch,
the borders between I and you dissolve.
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#FineArtNude #VisualPoetry #ArtPhotography #GentleTouch #SensualArt #ExistentialArt #BodyPoetry #IvanInAbstracts

Model: @yaotsy.bsky.social

Wonderfull work! 😍

Schaut vorbei 👇

From leaf to self.

Homosynthesis of the Sapiens is a visual evolution in six acts from innocence to identity, from mask to power. A surreal journey through body, nature, and the fragile act of becoming.

#FineArt #VisualPoetry #SurrealNude #PoeticAct

Once we loved, and the memories of our beautiful moments are like flowers – delicate and full of light. Yet their roots still reach deep into my heart, and sometimes they bleed. So I carry beauty and pain alike – scars that bloom instead of fading

Once we loved

Once we loved, and the memories of our beautiful moments are like flowers – delicate and full of light.
Yet their roots still reach deep into my heart, and sometimes they bleed.
So I carry beauty and pain alike – scars that bloom instead of fading

Black boots on the ground,
silent flowers start to bloom,
fragile strength survives.

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#fineartphotography #poeticnude #visualpoetry #flowersandboots #contrasts #strengthandfragility #bodyandsoul #blackandwhitephotography #artphotography #surrealart #ivaninabstracts

F*uck You!

Just because I'm naked
doesn’t mean I’m yours.
Just because I look sexy
doesn’t mean it’s for you.
I’m not your fantasy,
not your invitation,
not your entitlement.

I’m a woman –
seductive, powerful,
and free to show myself
on my terms.

Insomnia

Between the lines

Raw Elegance Shadows softly dance, bare skin whispers untamed truths, light carves silent dreams.

Raw Elegance

Shadows softly dance,
bare skin whispers untamed truths,
light carves silent dreams.
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#FineArtNude #MonochromeBeauty #RawElegance #ArtisticNude #LightAndShadow #TimelessAesthetics #EmotivePhotography #UnveiledEssence #SoulfulGaze #VisualPoetry #poeticnude

Unveiled Strength

Fabric hides no more,
Nakedness defies the stone,
Gaze as cold as steel.

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#SelfDetermined #EleganceAndRebellion #StrengthAndNudity #ContrastOfTimes #ArtPhotography #BlackAndWhite #TimelessBeauty

Framed by light and shade,
soft skin whispers to the glass,
silent dreams take flight.

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#FineArtNude #BlackAndWhiteArt #LightAndShadow #MonochromeBeauty #SensualSilence #ArtisticNude #WindowLight #TimelessGrace #PhotographyPoetry #EmotiveArt

... same here :)

The photograph titled “Kyiv” takes on a deeper meaning when considered in light of the current conflict engulfing the city. Initially, the title references both the camera and the model’s origin, but now, as Kyiv faces war, the image becomes a symbol of resilience, vulnerability, and the endurance of culture in the face of destruction. The camera, a vintage model from Kyiv, stands as a tool of protection, a means to distance oneself from harsh reality or to capture it. The model, half-hidden behind the camera, symbolizes human fragility while also embodying an unshakable determination to preserve identity and history. In a world scarred by destruction and violence, art, represented by the camera, offers a retreat – a way to document the horrors of war but also to endure. The model’s nudity is not erotic, but raw and authentic. In this context, it could be seen as a depiction of the exposed and vulnerable state of people in times of war, but also as a reminder that despite the external hardships, the human soul and culture cannot be erased. Kyiv is more than a city at war; it is a symbol of survival, culture, and human dignity.

Kiew
The photograph titled “Kyiv” takes on a deeper meaning when considered in light of the current conflict engulfing the city. Initially, the title references both the camera and the model’s origin, but now, as Kyiv faces war, the image becomes a symbol ...

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Dune

Some of my all time favorite works. Left to right: Jürgen Kneitsch, @peerspektive44.bsky.social, Christoph Michaelis and Axelsior. 🖤
I hope I can creative more like these in 25.

Die verlassene Brauerei in Weißenburg i. Bay. wird am Ostermontag, 21.04.2025 gar nicht so verlassen sein…

#lostplacesbavaria #brauerei #meetup #nude #urbex

@karry-by.bsky.social
@ivan-im-abstrakten.bsky.social

Ich bin kein Freund der AFD, aber grundsätzlich darf man auch die Demokratie als Regierungsform in Frage stellen, wenn sich die Welt und die Umstände verändern, nichts ist in Stein gemeißelt ( außer den 10 Geboten)

Tolle Aufnahme, schöne Pose!