Scamandra castanea

Fragile like a butterfly, eyes hiding sadness... is it the sadness of growing up? what troubles the innocent teenage soul? It is love, or being in life. What are the girls' eyes whispering about, looking into the unknown. It is fragile, like Scamandra castanea itself. As a photographer, I work with my personal feelings, memories, I am inspired by old painters and at the same time I create my own unique playful images.