Maria Maeva; Ukraine

„I crawl in my dissonance, my skin vibrates no matter.
Do not call me by my name.
The lost child of lizard.
Something ancient moves beneath me.
Scales where softness used to live.
I shed the skin you memorized.
Become the thing you cannot hold.
Cold-blooded and precise.
My tongue reads what the air forgot.
I do not answer to the name you gave the girl I left behind.“

(A poem by Olga Zabashta, inspired by this artwork.)

Studio / Leica SL2 / Profoto Lightning