When Vision Grows from Feeling
Art begins where logic ends, where something deeper moves us.
These photos are shaped not just by a lens but by love, not the kind tied to people, but to beauty, motion, and the simple act of seeing.
Here, love is a force that awakens creativity. Each image is a small echo of that invisible feeling.
The Smile Sequence
What hides behind a smile.
The laughter travels from release to restraint, shifting in tone yet anchored in something unspoken.
A woman sits with her mother’s wedding dress and an old suitcase, objects that carry history, expectation, and memory. At first, confidence feels staged. She looks ready, but something holds her still.
As layers fall away, the gaze shifts. What was performative becomes honest. The suitcase moves from beneath her to beside her. The flowers she once stared at are now carried forward.
Nothing dramatic happens. Yet everything changes.
She hasn’t left—but she has decided.
The Departure
is about the moment before leaving
Leaving and Passing by
Love
I’ve come to understand love not as something that exists only between two people, but as a quiet force that lives within us, shaping how we feel, create, and connect.
Sometimes it’s felt deeply from within. Sometimes it’s recognized from a distance. It changes form, grows, fades, and returns.
Through this work, I began to notice how love shows up in small, human ways: in care, in creativity, in the need to be seen and understood.
This journey has no clear ending.
Because love, in its simplest and most honest form, is not something we complete, it’s something we continue to discover.
Mahsa | Harmony in Touch
The Handpan Drum is more than an instrument; it’s a bridge to another world. When Mahsa plays, she steps into a space where time slows, and her soul finds calm. This intimate connection brings healing and peace, as if she’s speaking a language beyond words.
“Every touch on the Handpan Drum is a gentle conversation; a moment of care, calm, and connection”, Mahsa says.
Anahita | The Thread of Love
Some people find love in another soul; she found it in her craft.
Anahita left a stable job behind when she realized her heart belonged elsewhere. It started with a quiet curiosity and a single sewing machine. She stitched through uncertainty, built a life from thread and vision, and created a world where her spirit could finally breathe.
Her studio isn’t just a workspace; it’s the home she built for her passion. Every detail, every tool, every corner of the room carries her touch. Now, when she sews, it’s not just fabric that transforms, it’s her whole being. Her work is no longer what she does; it’s who she is. This is what it means to love what you do, to find a home inside the rhythm of your own hands.
Luna | Safe Ride
Small arms wrapped around a father’s waist, not just for balance, but for trust and safety. His hand on her leg was a quiet gesture of love and protection: a fleeting ride, an eternal bond.
Liana in Newcastle
