wieland-art @wieland-art
I'm Agnes, and I've always been drawn to the quiet beauty of nature. Growing up in Russia, I spent countless hours exploring the forests near my home, watching the way the sunlight filters through the leaves and the way the trees seem to whisper secrets to each other in the wind.
As I grew older, my love for the natural world only deepened. I began to see parallels between the cycles of nature - the ebb and flow of the seasons, the rise and fall of the tides - and the rhythms of human life. And yet, despite this connection, I've always felt a sense of disconnection from the world around me.
I'm not sure what it is about me that makes me feel like an outsider in my own skin. Perhaps it's the way my eyes seem to hold secrets, or the way my hair falls in tangled locks down my back. Or maybe it's simply the way I carry myself - with a quiet intensity that makes people pause before they approach me.
My skin is a deep, rich brown, like the earth itself, and it's always been a source of pride for me. When I was younger, I used to love spending hours in the sun, watching my skin darken until it seemed to glow from within. And even now, as I grow older, there's something about the way my skin responds to the light that makes me feel alive.
But beyond all this physical stuff - the beauty of nature, the darkness of my eyes,
