She stood there in a bath of golden light, like an icon from a dream world where time mixes with style. Her head adorned a round crown, not of precious metal but of mosaic and mother-of-pearl - tiny stones that caught light like stars on a clear night. Each fragment seemed to carry a memory, a story in colour and shine.
Her hair was a nod to the 1960s, braided in three slender strands that slid playfully over her shoulders. Modern, but steeped in nostalgia - like a bridge between eras. It gave her an aura of controlled nonchalance, like someone carrying her past without owning it.
She wore a simple white top, tight but unadorned. Its austerity only emphasised the vibrancy of the background: a rich tapestry of gold, warm as a sunset. The contrast between dress and backdrop put her in a kind of balance - understated yet breathtaking.
Her gaze, straight and unabashed, was not meant to impress, but to invite. She stood there, as the muse of a new pop art-not as a reproduction of the past, but as the embodiment of a timeless idea: beauty as expression, as power, as story.
After my 4-year Art Education, I teached creative courses for years and created ceramic sculptures in my own studio.
In 2014, out of interest in digital photography and photo editing, I started photographing again as a hobby during holidays and walks in nature. Bought an album with vintage..
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