#mystical photography
She walked on the pale gray snow cover that wrape up the frozen forest. Silence, a cold, withering, sleeping silence, filled everything. Here is only the faded sun, here is only the wind, silent in the distance, here is only the sky. The gray sky that is intertwined together with the snow shroud, on which, like precious rubies, the scarlet drops faintly shine. There are berries, dropped it in the path, shards of ice crystals stained with her blood, it traces of the call that leads deeper into the forest…
White breath of blood.
Model - Asya.
Natalie Ina Photography.
December 2020.
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The inner silent voice, which you feel only with images on the thin edge of the pupils, pale as melted snow in the darkness of smoky rooms…
Drowning in the blue gloom.
Model - Maria Merz.
Natalie Ina Photography.
January 2020.
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I am the shadow of a forest lake, whose waters wash the grey shores of sorrow. My half-sisters are drowned, their souls dissolving in the muddy water, wandering behind me on gray cloudy evenings, trying to grab the hem of my dress. I am a shadow without voice, without name, without age and memory of the past. Sometimes in the monochrome ripples of the water I could read the words, in its hieroglyphs of shadows and reflections, the words spoken before the Exodus, before the inevitable death, the words of the doomed. At such moments, like a cold stone snake penetrated into my heart, and pain fettered all my inside. I tried to erase the words with the darkness that enveloped me, but in vain. My tears could not erase the pain that soaked the waters of this lake. I was just a shadow, one that couldn’t change the flow of time and the flow of water. I could only watch. Then, overcoming a shiver, I lay down on the water and looked into the gray sky, hidden by a veil of clouds that were so inaccessible, and it seemed to me in them, as in this lake, there is the same shadow that could only feel the coldness of this lake of tears.
Natalie Ina
The Shadow of Forest Lake.
Self-portrait.
Collaboration with From Beyond Dolls.
Natalie Ina Photography.
June 2019.
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