In the hushed silence of an old chamber, Undine reveals herself. Though legends have painted her as an evanescent nymph, she is very much present, a woman of flesh and blood, draped in raw linen, her skin pearlescent.
Through the window, the setting sun bathes her body in crystalline light, as if she were made of water and fire. The shimmer of crystal and the golden dusk blend with the foam that drifts in the air, like a mist of dreams. No longer upon the waves, the foam lingers in the air itself, a haze of golden dust, a halo of mystery surrounding her presence. She is the dream, the raw and glistening beauty, the tide that carries you into the depths of the soul.
Photographer Vera Markevich @vesnayunosti.photo
Model Kapitolina Rakovskaya @im.rkk