"Women bathing."
Sometimes I think that we are very much like the Renaissance artists who painted us. Then, many centuries ago, female nudity for the first time ceased to be something forbidden or shameful - it became part of art. Not an object of desire, but an image through which beauty, light, and life were spoken about.
I took this shot inspired by the paintings of that time. I wanted to convey the same feeling - softness, dissolution, light touching the skin. The women here are timeless. They could have been painted on canvas. But they are from the present.
And yet there seems to be little difference between us and those who lived in the fifteenth century. We're still looking for silence. Freedom. A space where we can be ourselves.
Now I'm noticing more and more how art is undergoing a similar shift. In the Renaissance, that's where the shift began: female nudity was no longer seen solely as something sinful or provocative - it became art. It became a way of talking about the human. And now, centuries later, the same thing is happening. We are regaining that gaze - careful, honest, alive.