3 months ago Double exposure black and white photography of a woman’s face, solemn and ethereal, eyes half-closed as if caught between waking and warning. Her face merges with a surreal landscape — mountains cracked open into abysses, rivers of smoke, distant silhouettes of devils and angels battling in silence, wings torn and halos fractured. Liquified elements swirl behind her like melting frescoes — fragments of heaven and hell, celestial ruins dripping into scorched earth. The overall composition has a gothic visual language: heavy contrast, sacred decay, haunted light. Soft grain, vintage lens blur, cinematic 8K resolution, fine grayscale textures like decaying parchment. Atmospheric, spiritual, sorrowful. Barren trees and cathedral arches ghosting through the background like memories of judgment deeperarts 11 280
8 months ago A solitary male muscular goth figure with long black wavy hair in a dark, candlelit dimmed room, surrounded by shattered mirrors. He is caught in a brutal, violent and tense scene, like a vivid nightmare. Each broken shard reflects visibly violent and painful memories of war, destruction, and despair. In the broken mirror fragments are reigning dark forces and energies trying to pull him in to the mirror and on the other side of it, his unclothed upper body is shiny in sweat and blood stains of black grease, the claws are clenching on his shoulders and arms slicing it open, he stares into a single shard in front of him hovering in the air, his expression a mix of fear and quiet questioning as flames from the outside world flicker against the cracked glass. janaberserkovic 1 63
8 months ago A solitary male muscular goth figure with long black wavy hair in a dark, candlelit dimmed room, surrounded by shattered mirrors. He is caught in a brutal, violent and tense scene, like a vivid nightmare. Each broken shard reflects visibly violent and painful memories of war, destruction, and despair. In the broken mirror fragments are reigning dark forces and energies trying to pull him in to the mirror and on the other side of it, his unclothed upper body is shiny in sweat and blood stains of black grease, the claws are clenching on his shoulders and arms slicing it open, he stares into a single shard in front of him hovering in the air, his expression a mix of fear and quiet questioning as flames from the outside world flicker against the cracked glass. janaberserkovic 0 81
