#visualpoetry

ENES What We Leave Behind. 🖤 My entry for the #monomad challengeLo que dejamos atrás. 🖤 Mi participación en el reto #monomad ENES Today, my entry for the #monomad challenge is going to be a little different

A veces mis fotos se sienten como algo común, algo no tan especial. Como un diario, algo de todos los días, una extensión de ti mismo, no hay una foto impactante, un ángulo o composición ganador de un

Some places speak not with sound, but with presence — and in their silence, we hear ourselves." There’s something about standing before a mountain that humbles even the loudest thoughts. Source This

“A flower, a canoe, a floating memory. In Ganvié, even silence tells a story.” From the aquatic heart of Benin, this series is a floating editorial where grace moves like poetry on water. A simple gesture

An abstract sea of handwritten love, layered with emotion, repetition, and the rhythm of devotion.

Clouds Clouds are like little fish Swimming in a vast, deep ocean, Floating through the eternity of sky. Swept along by the softest breeze, They never die— What a wonderful life. Drifting across the world,

Archive: While the World Was Still Timestamp: 04:30 AM PST, May 24, 2025 Source: Slipford Relay Node 01A [Signal Strength: 8%] Sender: Automated System Monitor Recipient: Oovi Mibber, @nost███-█████ (Redacted)

The Symbol of Love — Ink Heart Series Love is an energy I believe comes from the spirit, not just from the physical heart. But the shape of the heart still fascinates me. It’s universal, iconic, and endlessly

Layers of memory, color, and thought. A surreal mix of tree and mind, where nature and consciousness blur into one.

Truth lives in the details. The closer we get, the more we truly see — in flowers, in people, in life.

A reflection on resilience and belief. Even unseen, unheard, you keep going. You still believe.

A single umbrella split in four. Light, shadow, and angle shift meaning. A quiet study in how we see.

Reflections mirror more than the world—they reveal the mind in stillness, where truth drifts beneath the surface.

Less is more. A quiet piece made with ink and tea, reminding us that simplicity still speaks the loudest.

A quiet moment where nature, light, and architecture align. Not religious, but this felt like something bigger.

"El teatro es la poesía que se levanta del libro y se hace humana. Y al hacerse humana habla y grita, llora y desespera" Federico García Lorca "Theater is poetry that rises from the book

Un rayo de luz natural, la baña, la manera como se posa esa luz, bordeando la silueta y dejando ver tonos dorados que me atrapan desde lejos. No hay forma de ignorar lo que está ante mis ojos, entro en

In English Every Birth of a New Day The Spring breath has breezed by grazing my skin with delight Today is born brighter through its rain and rebirth of May flowers. I was told once to eat your desert

I have always loved the way black and white photographs seemed to bring out the character of a place. There just seems to be a raw and powerful perspective that comes through. Todays technology scattered