Wintersleep

Foxy Cradle

The place is cold and empty. We lie deep down into the ground. I can hear death working gradually around us. Milions of other bodies which died solitarily. Alone. We clasp each other even stronger. The cradle must not be stopped.

Sara

(moja wizja Sary powstała dzięki cudownym, najczulszym rękom i sercu Justyny Banasiak)

sewing broken wings

sound from my nightmares

Nocturnal Birds (The Three Women from my nightmares; Kraków, 2015)

self-portrait with my dear Husband (Kraków, 2015)

fear

taming demons (collage, Kraków 2015)

collage dedicated to all my demons

dance of shadows

sanatorium for birds II

sanatorium for birds

mourning

from our private Diary (Kraków, 2015)

lessons of darkness

blue bead / niebieski koralik

thank you Ovate for your beautiful dress

Warm October, letters from Natalia and withered bees.