This experimental photo series features four distinct images, each inspired by a different artist's style and enriched by insights from interviews. The collection is accompanied by an original poem that ties together the underlying theme of artistic exploration and human connection.
Cyborg
In the crossroads of flesh and forged steel, Where discomfort molds its artful seal, Beauty thrives in the circuits' spirit, Breaking the boxes, the old-world fear it.
From the heart that beats to a silicon's pulse, A dance emerges, both ancient and to come, Pushing boundaries where none should run, Extending realms under the same sun.
In wires, a new rhythm, a different dream, Challenging what is, redefining the extreme, A testament to the vast and unseen, In the cyborg’s eyes, the future gleams.
Amidst the pulse of electric flow, Fusion of human hopes and machine schemes, Transcending the old as the new redeems, Crafting a world where technology beams.
Intrusive thoughts
In the labyrinth of my mind’s own making, Thoughts weave like vines, relentless, overtaking. Each whispers a path, distinct and apart, Echoing doubts that tug at the heart.
Choices loom like phantoms in fog, Uncertainty their ever-present prologue. Which way to turn? What step to take? Each possibility shivers and shakes.
Murmurs of action, silent and deep, In the cacophony of choices, which secrets to keep? Caught in the storm of what could be, Wrestling with shadows only I can see.
The mind—a battlefield of silent wars, Where thoughts are soldiers with unseen scars. Navigating this maze without a guide, In the complexity of thoughts, I reluctantly abide.
Temperance
In the gentle hands of temperance, Balance finds its quiet stance, Where harmony, like a soft compass, Spreads its wings in a graceful dance.
Patience weaves through the tempest's roar, A silent strength from core to shore, Enduring through life's constant pour, Its relentless tasks, forevermore.
Each moment composed, a delicate scale, Where haste nor fatigue dare prevail, In the symphony of a moderated tale, Where extremes meet, blend, and frail.
Here, in the calm of measured breath, Lies the wisdom to transcend death, A steady heart, a gaze unswayed, By fleeting whims, or shadows played.
Temperance, a beacon, soft yet strong, Teaches us that right and wrong Are notes in life's ongoing song— A balance sought, where we belong.
Menacing mask
Behind the menacing mask it lies, Temptation whispers, sleek and wise, A shadow stretching, thin disguise, Where uncomfortable pressures rise.
It creeps along the heart's frail edge, A shadow over the life's pledge, A quiet urging, a subtle nudge, To walk the line of a moral judge.
In cloudy alleys of our will, It moves silent, eerie still, Pushing past the mental hill, The soul’s defenses suddenly ill.
Yet, behind each mask, a choice awaits, A battle of fears and intimate fates, Where the self can find the gates, To cast off shadows, recalibrate.
Dream bubble
Within the bubble of a dream, hues shift, From the drab gray of mundane rifts To the vibrant streaks where spirit lifts, Each hope painted as a precious gift.
Living the dream changes the scene, Blues deepen like the ocean, serene, Greens flourish in fields unforeseen, Brightness blooms where hope has been.
Hope casts gold across the sky, Brushing clouds with reasons why, Even on days when tears might pry, The colors of the heart don’t lie.
Each aspiration, every gleaming desire, Ignites the dawn with its own fire, Transforming skies with colors mire, In the palette of dreams to which we aspire.
So let us live within this bubble light, Where dreams color even the darkest night, And hope keeps the heart’s vision bright, Turning every hue into a sight.
@sanneplantinga.insta
City clown
In the city's glare, the clown revolts, Face twisted in absurd reports. Is it malice or madness that supports His theatric jester's response?
Through shadowed streets he treads alone, A performance of flesh and bone. What drives his dance into the unknown— Dark desire or mind overthrown?
Behind each laugh, a mystery lies, A grim tale told through haunted eyes. Is he a reflection of our own disguise, Or merely madness in clever guise?
In his steps, a chilling echo rings,
A sinister beat that softly sings.
Is it mere insanity that pulls the strings,
Or malice, weaving through his springs?
A sinister beat that softly sings.
Is it mere insanity that pulls the strings,
Or malice, weaving through his springs?
@salrelik
Scholars Fatigue
In endless libraries, endless rows, Knowledge stacks its weight, it grows. Scholars wander, thoughts compose— How deep to dig, nobody knows.
Pages flutter in the silent air, Wisdom captured everywhere, Yet minds tire beneath the glare Of truths too vast for one to bear.
When to close the book, let eyes rest? When does learning cease to be a quest? In pursuit of knowing, when confessed, Is the peace of not knowing, truly best?
How to shed this weary scholar’s skin, To find the joy of ignorance within? Cease the chase, from wisdom’s din, And embrace the calm, finally begin.
Flaming treat
In the flicker of a small talk's flame, Simple words ignite, they never stay tame. Deeper levels of connection claim Moments where minutes lose their name.
From a spark, a boundless fire grows, With each shared secret, warmth overflows. Time expands as the close bond shows, In the dance of dialogue, friendship glows.
Conversations roam, vast and deep, Through valleys of laughter, mountains steep. In these exchanges, hearts can leap, Binding souls in connections to keep.
Endless feelings, time can't measure, In the depths of dialogue, find the treasure. Here, beneath the chatter's pleasure, Lies a flaming treat beyond all measure.
