Selfportrait by me. I make them because it is how I live my life lately, alone.

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  1. lapsemakerphotography 35 months ago | reply

    this is photography, brilliant shot

  2. krisztian arany 35 months ago | reply

    really nice! grat!

  3. love over time 34 months ago | reply

    thank you from my heart!

  4. love over time 34 months ago | reply

    thank you so much!!

  5. love over time 34 months ago | reply

    thank you for such beautiful words!

  6. love over time 34 months ago | reply

    in the Swedish Opera house, I worked as a photo assistant for the dancers, and after the shoot I ran up stairs to take this selfportrait.

  7. love over time 34 months ago | reply

    thank you everyone oh so much!

  8. elensiou 34 months ago | reply

    Light breaks where no sun shines;
    Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
    Push in their tides;
    And, broken ghosts with glowworms in their heads,
    The things of light
    File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones.

    A candle in the thighs
    Warms youth and seed and burns the seeds of age;
    Where no seed stirs,
    The fruit of man unwrinkles in the stars,
    Bright as a fig;
    Where no wax is, the candle shows its hairs.

    Dawn breaks behind the eyes;
    From poles of skull and toe the windy blood
    Slides like a sea;
    Nor fenced, nor staked, the gushers of the sky
    Spout to the rod
    Divining in a smile the oil of tears.

    Night in the sockets rounds,
    Like some pitch moon, the limit of the globes;
    Day lights the bone;
    Where no cold is, the skinning gales unpin
    The winter's robes;
    The film of spring is hanging from the lids.

    Light breaks on secret lots,
    On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain;
    When logics die,
    The secret of the soil grows through the eye,
    And blood jumps in the sun;
    Above the waste allotments the dawn halts.

  9. nlwirth 27 months ago | reply

    poignant, powerful, poetic ... and other dramatic adjectives that begin with "p"

  10. PhotoFinish001 26 months ago | reply

    I love the intimacy, and the overwhelming sense of loss she portrays. Outstanding work.

  11. Peter Jennings NZ 18 months ago | reply

    Lovely work one of the best

  12. nashalina schrape 15 months ago | reply

    your work is lovely i am very happy to have found it. happy new year!

  13. oriana.italy 7 months ago | reply

    meglio soli che mal' accompagnati, Sabina;)

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