Tina Bell Vance

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The Body's Landscape in Winter

A naked torso merges into a barren landscape; a single tree, its branches skeletal, springs from where the head would be. Shadows dance across the body's curves like ripples on cold snow. The flesh is pale, almost translucent, hinting at roots beneath the surface. It's a haunting image of mortality and nature, the body and earth becoming one in the stillness of winter, with only the tree to bear witness to their union.

Non-Series — The Body's Landscape in Winter

A naked torso merges into a barren landscape; a single tree, its branches skeletal, springs from where the head would be. Shadows dance across the body's curves like ripples on cold snow. The flesh is pale, almost translucent, hinting at roots beneath the surface. It's a haunting image of mortality and nature, the body and earth becoming one in the stillness of winter, with only the tree to bear witness to their union.