Next to a window the new light filters in, conscious of inhabiting a dark room. The shadows wail and cry out in despair, aware of the early orphanhood. A diaphanous shape begins to appear, aware of the pain involved in being reborn.
Opening the eyes to a new reality, full of lamps with Djinns that fulfill all wishes.
Self-portrait
Digital photography + homemade filter
Bárbara Bezina ♥
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