she is dead but lately started to blossom. this is why you can see the blood.

working on tomorrow's photoset

fairy tale about a girl who became a tree in order to lay to rest the birds inside her

Sometimes there is a dark character in my dreams, which I can’t stop kissing, even though I’m so afraid of it.

It is a fairy tale I recall when voices come into my head. I'm not able to comfort them, so I try to tame them by telling these stories about two silent lovers, who are making love in the woods, lit by the shining eyes of an Owl which guide them through sensitivity.

from my dreams and nightmares

whispers

about a little girl who vanishes slowly