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Dreamer Series 26|
with alternate posterized and crops, check all and make sure to check last entries as these are all connected :
https://www.artstation.com/artwork/gRYemP

_ Longer read for those who interested:
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Dreamer was never just a figure.
This series has always been a visual diary.

A place to hold moments, to revisit them,
and to share these feelings with others who may find their own meaning within them.
A way for me to cope, to give form and express what I carry inside.

I am drawn to what is overlooked.
To what is considered not beautiful, often ordinary.
Cracks in asphalt, old doors, discarded objects, things people pass without seeing.
Even a trash bin has become a subject of beauty in my photos.
I can find beauty there. Perfection in the imperfect.
My eyes look for it where it is not meant to be found.

And I feel lucky to have this ability,
even if it is both a blessing and a curse.

Being an artist, for me, is not about creating.
It is about seeing.
Finding harmony in what feels like chaos.
Discovering something alive inside what has been forgotten.

And I realized something about myself during a long walk by the seine,

I see people the same way.

I always believe there is something pure beneath the surface.
A gem hidden inside a rigid rock,
even when it is buried under weight, under wounds.
I tend to focus on the beautiful parts, even if I failed.
Still, that is where my eyes returned.

It made me stay longer than I should.
It made me accept more than I could.
It made me dream and love.

Not out of weakness, but out of my nature

Maybe to some, that makes me a fool.
But if that is what it means, I accept it proudly.

Cause only fools live life fully.
They feel everything with intensity.
Love and loss, joy and pain.

Dreamer is that fool.

He dared to dream in places that would break dreams.
With people who were never fully there.
He dared to give love without holding back,

I would rather feel it all than nothing at all.
when something is real, it changes you.
It stays in the way you see, the way you feel, the way you exist.

In order to keep myself from disappearing,
I had to let go of the part of me that dared.
I had to let Dreamer go for now.

And as he sinks, something else begins.

Something that carries what remains. And maybe find a way back home,
ReClaimer is coming…