polina laptii

The pomegranate spills like fresh blood across my tainted flesh.🩸

Published: January 14th 2025, 10:05:39 pm

This image is an intimate and raw exploration of the body as both a canvas and a symbol. The pomegranate — a fruit steeped in mythological meaning, tied to fertility, life, and death — rests against my skin, weaving a narrative of permanence and transience.👁️

The scattered juice stains speak of vitality and fragility, echoing cycles of creation and decay. It’s a visual meditation on sensuality, symbolism, and the body as a space where personal and collective stories unfold.🩸

After this series, you’ll fall in love with pomegranates, even if you didn’t before.
These self-portraits were created not so long ago. Lately, I’ve been trying to catch glimpses of sunlight amidst the gray, winter days.🏙️

Show some activity — I’ve stained the entire house with pomegranate...

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