Her unforeseen and mysterious ways of manifesting the essence of
elevated sensation remained untouched by the virtues and torments of the soul.

She stood there, daring, haunted, fragile, soul bounded to the experience of
darkness that resurrected her, giving her will wings of the black dove,
reminiscent of the immense ocean made of feathered tears.

She floated, dressed in the veil of amorous follies.

follies | prague | bratislava | 2017-2018
35mm | vintage µ[mju:]-II limited