Conjured Life. Words. I am walking through the field of flowers and i remember snakes I once draw in the art class. They looked yellow and blue, Better than me, better than you. I am walking through the field of flowers, wondering which one to love and which to hate, snakes are gone: I love and hate only myself. Where is the reason on this Earth? Where are the flowers we deserve? All is gone and we have to escape, Somewhere in beautiful beautiful place... Walking like knowing; Same illusion of learning; Same illusion of moving, But i would suggest to move to a different place. Its the Land of Escapism, There everyone is still. They would suggest you walk through their fields; And you will feel the flower's needs. Get the flower with the biggest core,- Escape today to get some more. (poem by Uldus Bakhtiozina)


Analogue from February 2016.

Inspired with warercolors by Jacques Morgues "A member of Picts" 1585. Idea, hand drawn body drawings, setting, styling, photo by Uldus.

Shoulders armor by Agnieszka Osipa

Location: Museum at Stieglitz Academy

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