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 cried—not for the fight she’d won, but for the girl she’d los...
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 cried—not for the fight she’d won, but for the girl sh...
2025-06-03 16:45:21 +0000 UTC View Post
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 magic hidden, smothered under fear and silence. But now, the ...
2025-05-31 16:57:39 +0000 UTC View Post
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 magic hidden, smothered under fear and silence. But now, the ...
2025-05-31 16:56:29 +0000 UTC View Post
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’t be behind the curtain.
I’ll be...
2025-05-28 09:25:06 +0000 UTC View Post
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’t be behind the curtain.
I’ll be...
2025-05-28 09:24:02 +0000 UTC View Post
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. Beautiful yellow fields are visible in the whole countryside and although the w...
2025-05-25 09:28:14 +0000 UTC View Post
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. Beautiful yellow fields are visible in the whole countryside and although the w...
2025-05-25 09:26:03 +0000 UTC View Post
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.
2025-05-19 09:21:52 +0000 UTC View Post
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 greatest fear in this masculinized reality was inspired by ...
2025-05-15 15:52:37 +0000 UTC View Post
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 greatest fear in this masculinized reality was inspired by ...
2025-05-15 15:49:58 +0000 UTC View Post
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 justice.
On the fourth morning, they lowered her. She step...
2025-05-11 18:30:30 +0000 UTC View Post
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 justice.
On the fourth morning, they lowered her. She step...
2025-05-11 18:22:03 +0000 UTC View Post
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 tat...
2025-05-08 09:01:44 +0000 UTC View Post
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 inspiration for its creation came from the rich tradition of Polish ... 2025-05-05 08:16:56 +0000 UTC View Post
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 moved with practiced grace as she cleared the dust from the wooden Ouij...
2025-05-04 11:09:40 +0000 UTC View Post
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 moved with practiced grace as she cleared the dust from the wooden Ouij...
2025-05-04 11:08:27 +0000 UTC View Post
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 with a cup of tea when she heard it: a slow, rhythmic creaking from the ceili...
2025-04-29 19:29:10 +0000 UTC View Post
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 with a cup of tea when she heard it: a slow, rhythmic creaking from the ceili...
2025-04-29 19:28:10 +0000 UTC View Post
Before I'll show you my next photoshoot, here's a before and after.
Which one surprised you the most?
Love, Erinthul.
2025-04-27 17:46:17 +0000 UTC View Post
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.
2025-04-24 14:23:14 +0000 UTC View Post
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 playing with the shape of my body and I can't get over how cool the bloody ...
2025-04-21 13:47:12 +0000 UTC View Post
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 playing with the shape of my body and I can't get over how cool the bloody...
2025-04-21 13:45:09 +0000 UTC View Post
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 were laughing between shots and you can't see that here at all. She was definietly born to b...
2025-04-17 13:13:04 +0000 UTC View Post
Music to listen to while watching
Here'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 bl...
2025-04-14 10:21:50 +0000 UTC View Post
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 the whole photoshoot lasted only 15 minutes.
This set was of course inspired by rece...
2025-04-11 11:23:44 +0000 UTC View Post
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 the whole photoshoot lasted only 15 minutes.
This set was of course inspired by rec...
2025-04-11 11:22:45 +0000 UTC View Post
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.
2025-04-08 16:27:47 +0000 UTC View Post
They were often imagined as young and strong men, who sometimes fell from the clouds and lived among rural ...
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.
The simplest form of this symbol is an equilateral cross with be...
2025-04-05 16:11:47 +0000 UTC View Post
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.
The simplest form of this symbol is an equilateral cross with ...
2025-04-05 16:09:40 +0000 UTC View Post