In love with images since ... always, started with photography and now even creates with AI—because why not? Gathering inspirations from world cultures, he blends technology with tradition.
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A looking glass in ornate display.
Reflections caught in time's soft gait,
A form of elegance, simply innate.
The curve of a back, a soft silhouette,
Against the mirror, perfectly set.
A vintage soul in modern frame,
Where whispered past and present claim.
A looking glass in ornate display.
Reflections caught in time's soft gait,
A form of elegance, simply innate.
The curve of a back, a soft silhouette,
Against the mirror, perfectly set.
A vintage soul in modern frame,
Where whispered past and present claim.
Her beauty shines, will never fade.
With hair that flows like whispered dreams,
In strength and grace, she softly beams.
A moment caught, yet ever free,
In shadows deep, her soul we see.
With every curve, a story told,
Of timeless elegance, pure and bold.
Her beauty shines, will never fade.
With hair that flows like whispered dreams,
In strength and grace, she softly beams.
A moment caught, yet ever free,
In shadows deep, her soul we see.
With every curve, a story told,
Of timeless elegance, pure and bold.
In the quietude of an ancient room,
She sits, her thoughts like petals bloom.
A gentle whisper of time’s embrace,
In nature’s arms, she finds her place.
With vintage grace, her form is drawn,
A silent poem, a tranquil song.
In shadows soft, her spirit rests,
Amidst the leaves...
In the quietude of an ancient room,
She sits, her thoughts like petals bloom.
A gentle whisper of time’s embrace,
In nature’s arms, she finds her place.
With vintage grace, her form is drawn,
A silent poem, a tranquil song.
In shadows soft, her spirit rests,
Amidst the leaves...
She kneels in the silence, soft as the dawn,
Where whispers of color on canvas are drawn.
In pastel dreams, her form does reside,
A gentle reflection, where worlds coincide.
Her skin, a canvas, pale as the sky
Embracing the hues where soft....
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