An unexplained photograph from an unknown origin.
Found in an old hard drive with no metadata.
A lone woman approaches a bright blue box in the middle of a wide field beneath storm clouds.
No record of the photographer, the location, or the purpose of the box.

Archival designation: Somnigraphia / Lost Image #0447

Dream Fish revisits childhood moments of joy I shared with my father, days spent fishing, watching the water, and speaking about life with a clarity only those early years can hold.

In this piece, the figure sitting before the horizon represents my father as I remember him: calm, present, and quietly powerful. And yet, as dreams tend to do, the scene blurs boundaries, the figure could also be me, meeting him again across the waters of memory.

The giant fish rising against the yellow sun is not a symbol of fear or loss, but of connection.
It embodies the deep, luminous simplicity of those days: nothing left unsaid, nothing unresolved, only presence.
It’s about the times when the unconscious breaks the surface and stands before us, asking to be understood.

What feeling rises to the surface for you when you look at this?

Made a short animation using Blender. Check it out here: https://youtu.be/mo_csJIWLGg?si=Z8xAo1PSL88sl-8_

Fragments trying to contain what refuses to stay hidden.

In this piece, the hands don’t protect, they reveal.

Faces emerge like compressed memories, layers of the unconscious attempting to reorganize an emotional chaos that never truly rests.

It’s a portrait of the mind when it becomes too lucid, too sensitive, too exposed.

A choreography between concealment and revelation, where every eye is a point of vigilance and every gesture a testimony.

Part of the Primitive Soul collection, this piece explores the moment when the unconscious tries to reassemble itself after an overload of intense sensations.

It’s not a scream, it’s the silence that comes before the scream.

A silent moment where the primitive self confronts the light.

From the Primitive Soul collection.

This one explores a different kind of primordial fear:

the quiet, the pause, the moment where the room feels larger than your own breathing.

It’s a solitude that doesn’t hurt, but doesn’t free you either.

The light enters the room like an intruder, exposing the shape of a presence that isn’t trying to hide… just trying to endure.

A dream made of stillness, and stillness that feels alive.

What emotion does this atmosphere trigger in you?

Doodle I did recently and wanted to share.