A gesture suspended between surrender and strength, the body bends but does not yield. It is the breath of waiting, of memory, of withheld dignity. The face, adorned with gold like a sacred seal, does not seek the gaze — it gently deflects it. Black smudges on her skin — across the face and hands — speak of what she has touched, what she carries. Not dirt, but trace. Not shame, but history.
Stage name Pietro Vart, I am a amature photographer who observes the world through my camera. In my work, portraiture is a meeting point: between the viewer and the subject, between light and skin, between form and meaning. I seek real bodies, vivid gazes, gestures that speak in silence. My photography does not ask for attention, but for listening