Anna Dumon

Like a painting in frame disappearing - blurred landscape covered in mist soft as a hawk feather.

Trees and small houses passing by - on the way somewhere hidden, there is my home today. ~

A photography escape revolved into finding layered memories; creating a melancholic visual tale with an echoing (resentful) refrain of Eastern bloc heritage.

Reverse panning, stills, natural (style)

Visual art, photography (fields / tags)
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