“The wind rose. The waves drummed the shore, like turbaned warriors, like turbaned men with poisoned assegais who, whirling their arms high, advance upon the feeding flocks, the white sheep.” -Virginia Woolf, The Waves Matt Wisniewski - My home is the sea
Nir Arieli has an eye for motion, capturing breathtaking snapshots of male dancers as they perform arabesques allongé across ethereal spaces. His series, entitled "Tension," combines the intimacy of portraiture with the artful layering of digital photography, producing dizzying images that pay homage to the beauty of the male form.
“I know a 'face' where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.” William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream