Contemporary artworks of presence – designed to shape space and emotion.
There are people who don’t need to speak to change a room. They don’t raise their voice. They don’t seek attention. And yet, the air shifts when they appear. That invisible presence – unforced, undeniable – is what defines the AURA Collection.
Each piece in this series is a visual echo of energy. Not portraits in the classical sense, but impressions of essence. I translate moments of silent power into image and light – capturing not how someone looks, but how they feel. Not the surface – the resonance.
This collection is for those who understand that art is more than decoration. It’s memory. Impact. Identity. Whether curated in a private residence, installed in a conceptual hotel, or exhibited in a contemporary gallery – AURA doesn’t ask for attention. It claims space through stillness. These works speak to architects, collectors, interior designers and cultural spaces that seek emotional gravity – art that lingers even when the room is empty.
📍 Exhibited internationally in Paris, Monaco, Dubai, Berlin, Milan, Palma, Zurich, Hong Kong and beyond.
Aura
When three auras meet – without a single word.
It wasn’t the architecture that touched me first.
Nor the sea.
It was something quieter – a feeling. Subtle, unforced, but instantly present.
The city felt alive, almost proud in its colors.
Buildings like emotions, each hue a different chapter.
You could sense life moving through its narrow streets – voices echoing, hands working, hearts colliding.
And yet, there was no noise. No chaos. Just a rare kind of harmony that exists only when a place has nothing left to prove – only presence.
The sea mirrored that same intention.
Still. Clear. Not a ripple.
It didn’t try to impress, only to hold.
It reflected the city gently, as if trying to protect it – as if the water itself understood the fragility of beauty when no one is watching.
And then, she stood there.
A woman in black.
Not apart from the scene – but suspended within it.
Not in contrast – but in between.
As if she wasn’t simply placed in this world, but imagined by it. A thought the city was quietly thinking.
She didn’t move. She didn’t seem lost.
In fact, she appeared connected to everything – to the soft shadows of the walls, the silence of the water, and the atmosphere that hung in the space like an invisible thread.
I wondered for a long time whether she was even real.
But maybe that’s her aura:
to exist without needing proof.
To be there – as presence, not as person.
Just like the city.
Just like the sea.
Just like all things that stay, even when they’ve already moved on.
Line of Light is my attempt to reveal that quiet agreement –
between place, person, and atmosphere.
Between what shines and what holds still.
It’s not a portrait of a woman.
It’s a portrait of balance, barely seen, but deeply felt.
📍 This exact artwork will be exhibited from September 12–26, 2025 at “Art Walkway – 6th Edition”, Galleria Cael, Milan, Italy
Sometimes the strongest connection is the one where no one speaks – and yet everything is understood.
Aura
A moment where the sea replaces all noise with truth.
I love to work. Often long hours. Nights filled with ideas, with devotion. I love creating, staying with a thought until it turns into something real. And yet, there’s one place where none of that matters – the sea. When I’m there, everything shifts. No technology. No noise. No plans. I need nothing but the sound of the waves and the space to breathe.
It feels like diving into another world – one where it’s not about achievement, but about authenticity. I don’t have to explain myself, reach anything, or play a role. I can simply be. Without goals, without masks. Just me, the water, the wind – and the quiet realization that I’m home. I love to dive – literally. Because underwater, everything becomes softer. Time slows down, light bends, and I feel a connection that goes deeper than words. I’m surrounded by beings who speak without speaking – sea creatures that don’t ask who I am, but let me be. No comparison, no judgement. Just coexistence. Just peace.
This artwork is part of my Aura Collection, capturing the quiet power people radiate when they are fully aligned with themselves – not for others, but for their own truth. “At the Edge of Light” is a moment of inner stillness. No pressure. No stage. Just presence. Just being.
📍 This artwork is part of my Aura Collection.
I don’t need the world when I’m by the sea. Because there, I remember who I truly am – without effort, without noise, just with the tide, the waves, and the quiet creatures of the deep beside me.
Aura
When form remains, but the soul is gone.
He sits there, perfectly still, like a monument of fabric and posture, dressed in a suit that could not be more immaculate—yet something unspoken lingers beneath the surface, a quiet tension that hums through the entire scene like a frequency just below awareness.
His body communicates in the language of elegance: folded hands, crossed legs, the cut of his fabric speaking of style, control, representation. And yet, where his face should be, there is silence—no eyes, no expression, no trace of emotion. Just a blank surface, as if erased or unfinished, a placeholder that promises everything and reveals nothing.
Around him, other figures align themselves like echoes of identity, each framed in precise symmetry, each wearing garments like declarations of status. They stand within illuminated boxes—more stage than sanctuary—posed and presented like mannequins in a ritual of perfection. Every detail is deliberate, every silhouette intentional, and still, the essence of the individual is absent.
This artwork isn’t about fashion. It’s about the slow erosion of presence behind presentation. About how easily we pour ourselves into outer forms—posture, image, status—while leaving the inner spaces untouched. It’s about how we begin to mimic aura when the original begins to fade. How we define beauty by clarity and contrast, while losing our connection to what actually moves us.
Empty Frame is my quiet reflection on a world where polish often replaces presence, where what is seen is designed and what is felt is forgotten. It doesn’t condemn, but invites you to look again—to question what’s missing when everything seems complete.
📍 This piece is part of my AURA Collection.
You can wear anything – except what you don’t feel.
Aura
Sometimes, the quietest act of dignity is simply walking upright.
I noticed him not because of his suit, not because of the city around him – but because of the calm with which he moved. No glances to the side, no attempt to impress, no need to prove anything. Just him – walking, being, fully aware of himself.
It was one of those moments where I remembered how silent true strength really is. No loud gestures, no staged charisma – just presence, born from within. People like him don’t need a stage to be seen. They don’t seek applause, because they’re not performing.
And yet, they stay with you. Because their aura isn’t made of words, but of choices. The way they stand, the way they move, the way they change a room without taking it.
I created this artwork because I’ve seen too often how we confuse surface for substance. How the loudest voice gets the attention – while the truest soul remains unseen.
Inner Strength is a quiet reminder that dignity cannot be staged. It lives in the pauses. In the glances that don’t seek control. In the way someone moves without needing a purpose. In those rare people who don’t try to be felt – and are unforgettable because of it.
📍 This artwork is part of my AURA Collection.
You don’t have to be anyone when you are fully yourself – and that’s exactly why people feel you.
Aura
When style does not decorate – it defines.
He sits at the center of a room that was not designed to impress, but to hold weight. The walls are dark, the light is soft and restrained, and yet everything orbits around him – a figure without expression, without a name, without words. His suit, immaculate in white, stands in sharp contrast to the black shirt beneath and the gloves that cover his hands, while his posture emanates a calm that neither invites nor excludes – it simply is, unwavering and complete.
There is nothing accidental in this scene. No sound, no clutter, no indulgence. Even the drink beside him seems less like a gesture of leisure and more like a statement – deliberate, composed, almost ritualistic. Two chairs flank his presence, but remain empty, as if conversation has long since been rendered unnecessary.
In this absence, something begins to unfold. Meaning. Power. Interpretation.
Authority is not a portrait of a man, but a portrait of a stance – a form of dominance that requires no voice to be heard, no face to be seen. It’s an artwork about the invisible frameworks of control, about the kind of elegance that doesn’t shine but commands structure, and about the quiet decision to exist without explanation, knowing that impact does not need to speak in order to be felt.
This piece does not reflect what we see – it reflects what rises in us when we are no longer distracted. It is a cold, precise composition of form, presence, and intentional absence that doesn’t ask who we are, but whether we know who we become when no one is watching.
📍 This piece is part of my AURA Collection.
Some presences don’t seek attention – they alter the atmosphere simply by entering the room.
Aura
Some suits fit perfectly – and yet, something feels empty.
This artwork was born from an observation that keeps following me: how often do we see people dressed to perfection, standing amidst a crowd – and still, they seem alone? Not because they’re being excluded, but because something is missing. Something no tailor-made suit, no designer hat, no sunglasses can replace: true presence, a soul, a spark that quietly touches others.
I remember countless evenings, full of shallow conversations, surrounded by people who looked as if they had stepped straight out of a catalog – flawless, immaculately styled, with every detail curated to perfection. And yet, it all felt like a shell, like a performance with no story. The smoother the surface, the more I wondered: who are you really? Is there anything left when the lights go out?
The man in this piece wears a suit that fits like a second skin. Everything is in its right place. And yet, he makes no connection. No eye contact. No true presence. He doesn’t seem like someone in the room – but rather someone who disappears within it.
With this work, I wanted to reveal a quiet truth: that elegance without depth turns cold. That style is not the same as aura. And that true connection never comes from what we wear – but from what we radiate, what we carry within us, what we allow others to feel.
📍 This artwork is part of my AURA Collection.
Some wear fabrics of global fame – but what’s the point of a flawless suit
if there’s no one around who truly sees you?
Aura
A presence that lingers – even after the moment fades.
It was a fleeting moment.
No words. No spectacle. No eye contact.
And yet, everything shifted the second he appeared.
The noise of the surroundings seemed to blur, and for an instant, the world narrowed its focus onto him alone.
He didn’t move to be seen. He didn’t try to impress.
There was no performance, no pretense – just pure composure, quiet confidence, and a presence that spoke louder than sound.
His silhouette cut through the softness of the scene like a precise line, as if the light itself knew where it belonged.
I didn’t watch him out of curiosity.
It was something else – a stillness that surfaced inside me.
Not admiration. Not awe.
More like a subtle shift within.
Like being reminded, without warning, of what it means to be completely at ease with who you are. No mask. No role. No noise.
This artwork is my attempt to hold onto that moment.
To give form to that kind of silent gravity – the kind that doesn’t ask for attention but leaves a mark nonetheless.
Not because of what is said, but because of what is felt when certain people simply walk by.
📍 This exact artwork will be exhibited from September 19–21, 2025 at Monaco International Art Fair, Monaco, Principality of Monaco
One person, one step – and suddenly the air feels heavier.
