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Violet Tears
She stood beneath the wisteria, sword planted in the earth, trembling.Petals drifted around her like falling memories. Her tears slid down her cheeks, silent, steady.This garden had once been her mother’s. A place of laughter, not blood. Now, all that remained was the scent of flowers and the weight of a blade.She cr...
Violet Tears
She stood beneath the wisteria, sword planted in the earth, trembling.Petals drifted around her like falling memories. Her tears slid down her cheeks, silent, steady.This garden had once been her mother’s. A place of laughter, not blood. Now, all that remained was the scent of flowers and the weight of a blade.She cr...
Emberheart
The flames danced in a perfect ring around her, their flickering light casting wild shadows across the trees. Smoke curled into the air, thick and sweet with the scent of burning cedar and sage. At the center stood the witch, eyes glowing brighter than the fire itself.For a hundred years, her coven had kept the old mag...
Emberheart
The flames danced in a perfect ring around her, their flickering light casting wild shadows across the trees. Smoke curled into the air, thick and sweet with the scent of burning cedar and sage. At the center stood the witch, eyes glowing brighter than the fire itself.For a hundred years, her coven had kept the old mag...
Behind the Curtain
I stand behind the curtain, still as dust.They see my silhouette in passing—tall, unmoving—and tell themselves it's a trick of the light. They never pull the curtain back twice.I don't breathe. I don't blink. I wait.One day, when their fear fades just enough, they’ll look again.And this time, I won’...
Behind the Curtain
I stand behind the curtain, still as dust.They see my silhouette in passing—tall, unmoving—and tell themselves it's a trick of the light. They never pull the curtain back twice.I don't breathe. I don't blink. I wait.One day, when their fear fades just enough, they’ll look again.And this time, I won’...
The return of the Noonwraith
Remember how I told you, that according to slavic beliefs Noonwraiths appeared in the fields when the crops were in bloom, and after the harvest they went away to distant lands, from where they returned next year? So this photoshoot was inspired by their return.Right now in Poland it's the season of rapeseed. Beaut...
The return of the Noonwraith
Remember how I told you, that according to slavic beliefs Noonwraiths appeared in the fields when the crops were in bloom, and after the harvest they went away to distant lands, from where they returned next year? So this photoshoot was inspired by their return.Right now in Poland it's the season of rapeseed. Beaut...
Click to edit - May
This month I didn't forget about before & after post. We are getting closer and closer to my goal, which is that at the end of every month I want to show only photos taken that month and we are already on April.There are some really cool photoshoots comming soon so I am veeery excited.Love, Erinthul.
White Lady
In my Slavic Demonology series, while describing Skarbnik I mentioned a creature called White Lady or Bielinka. She was seen in the mines (especially salt mines) or caves. Today I wanted to tell you more about her.The mining world has, for centuries, been above all a male domain. And yet, almost out of defiance, the g...
White Lady
In my Slavic Demonology series, while describing Skarbnik I mentioned a creature called White Lady or Bielinka. She was seen in the mines (especially salt mines) or caves. Today I wanted to tell you more about her.The mining world has, for centuries, been above all a male domain. And yet, almost out of defiance, the g...
Caged by Fire, Freed by Ash
They locked the witch Mairen in an iron cage, suspended above the castle courtyard for all to see. She hung there for three nights—silent, unmoving, her dark eyes fixed on the tower where ravens once nested.Below, the stake was built. Oil-soaked logs, bound tight. No trial, no plea. The people wanted fire, not justic...
Caged by Fire, Freed by Ash
They locked the witch Mairen in an iron cage, suspended above the castle courtyard for all to see. She hung there for three nights—silent, unmoving, her dark eyes fixed on the tower where ravens once nested.Below, the stake was built. Oil-soaked logs, bound tight. No trial, no plea. The people wanted fire, not justic...
Photoshoot with Victoria Veil
Recently, during the Slavic con, I was able to meet this beautiful and talented photographer - Victoria Veil. I am sure she needs no introduction but just in case you don't know her work, here are some links worth visiting: Photography and tattoos, as well as print store and official website.We didn't have much...
"Slavic Demonology" book PRE ORDER
It finally happened! During Slavic con, on April 26th, the premiere of my first photography book took place. Here's a short description:"Slavic Demonology" is a photographic project that artistically brings to life the mystical figures of Slavic mythology, reimagining them in a contemporary context. The ins...
The Last Séance
In the shadowed depths of a forest stood a moss-covered cottage, forgotten by time and hidden from mortal eyes. Within, by candlelight and the scent of dried rosemary and myrrh, sat the witch.The centuries had been cruel. Magic, once her gift and joy, now clung to her like an old wound. Her hands, though tired, still m...
The Last Séance
In the shadowed depths of a forest stood a moss-covered cottage, forgotten by time and hidden from mortal eyes. Within, by candlelight and the scent of dried rosemary and myrrh, sat the witch.The centuries had been cruel. Magic, once her gift and joy, now clung to her like an old wound. Her hands, though tired, still m...
The Creaking Above
Ever since Anne moved into the old farmhouse, she’d heard strange noises from the attic—soft scraping, the occasional thud, and always around 3 a.m. At first, she dismissed it as raccoons. But each night, the sounds grew louder, closer… deliberate.One night, she couldn't sleep and sat at the kitchen table wit...
The Creaking Above
Ever since Anne moved into the old farmhouse, she’d heard strange noises from the attic—soft scraping, the occasional thud, and always around 3 a.m. At first, she dismissed it as raccoons. But each night, the sounds grew louder, closer… deliberate.One night, she couldn't sleep and sat at the kitchen table wit...
Click to edit - April
Before I'll show you my next photoshoot, here's a before and after.Which one surprised you the most?Love, Erinthul.
Bath in Hell - backstage
So I promised you a quick backstage from my last photoshoot and here it is :)To achieve this steamy look I used my fog machine. Hope you'll enjoy it!Love, Erinthul.
Bath in Hell
I am finally feeling much better and I just had to create this photoshoot right away. I had this idea of a photoshoot were I would look like I came out of a really hot bath, with the wet hair, high humidity and all. That's were my smoke machine has become useful (a short backstage video is comming as well).I love p...
Bath in Hell
I am finally feeling much better and I just had to create this photoshoot right away. I had this idea of a photoshoot were I would look like I came out of a really hot bath, with the wet hair, high humidity and all. That's were my smoke machine has become useful (a short backstage video is comming as well). I love ...
Her eyes
As I was sitting at home sick, I wanted to do some portraits with my Grandma as she recently celebrated her 85th birthday. She never posed for photos like these so I tried to direct her like "now look angry at the camera" or "look with saddness outside the window" and I think she did a wonderful job! We...
The VVitch inspired photoshoot - editing process
Music to listen to while watchingHere's the video from editing my last post, which I think shows the best my creative process. Usually I don't have a clear vision for a photoshoot so I like to improvise both while taking photos and editing this time I couldn't decide for the colours but after making it blac...
Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?
Although I've been sick for the past few days, yesterday I decided to create some moody self-portraits. The weather was perfect - lots of heavy clouds, very strong wind and even snow. Unfortunately due to the wind I didn't take many photos as I always do because I didn't want to feel worse the next day so t...
Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?
Although I've been sick for the past few days, yesterday I decided to create some moody self-portraits. The weather was perfect - lots of heavy clouds, very strong wind and even snow. Unfortunately due to the wind I didn't take many photos as I always do because I didn't want to feel worse the next day so t...
Demon of storms - Płanetnik
Summer for our ancestors was associated not only with the sun and long days, but also with the storm season. It was during this time that Płanetnik had the most work. These were semi-demonic beings who could control the weather by manipulating storm and hail clouds.They were often imagined as young and strong men, who...
Kolovrat
Since my photography is greatly inspired by slavic culture I had to make a post about this very controversial symbol nowadays.Swarga – also known as swarzyca, swarożyca, kolovrat or the eight-armed wheel, is probably the most well-known and widespread symbol used by slavic pagans, often regarded as a Slavic symbol.T...
Kolovrat
Since my photography is greatly inspired by slavic culture I had to make a post about this very controversial symbol nowadays. Swarga – also known as swarzyca, swarożyca, kolovrat or the eight-armed wheel, is probably the most well-known and widespread symbol used by slavic pagans, often regarded as a Slavic symbol....
