Original artwork description:

My practice mediates between photography and painting. Female narratives develop while the time is being recycled over.

The Button Pact
(after a photograph, or a dream of one)

She stepped out of a photograph left too long in moonlight—arriving just after the sirens and just before the blackouts. She wore a dress stitched entirely from memories no one wanted to keep. Each button was a secret, shining with unspoken confessions.

At Café Obscura, she sat by the window, waiting for a man who had been dead for decades. Or maybe it was a woman. Or maybe it was herself. A passer by claimed he once saw her reach into her own shadow and pull out a pair of gloves soaked in light.

Eventually, she faded. Or the city did. Yet she remains, faint and upright on a wall no one remembers painting—just a blur of posture and pigment. And if you pass quickly and don’t look straight at her, sometimes—just sometimes—you’ll feel the tug of her buttons, asking to be undone.

Undo one, and you may never return.

Materials used:

Watercolour, watercolour pencil

Tags:
#woman #dark #vintage #dress #magenta 

“Buttons down” (2025) Watercolour
by Sylvia Batycka

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My practice mediates between photography and painting. Female narratives develop while the time is being recycled over.

The Button Pact
(after a photograph, or a dream of one)

She stepped out of a photograph left too long in moonlight—arriving just after the sirens and just before the blackouts. She wore a dress stitched entirely from memories no one wanted to keep. Each button was a secret, shining with unspoken confessions.

At Café Obscura, she sat by the window, waiting for a man who had been dead for decades. Or maybe it was a woman. Or maybe it was herself. A passer by claimed he once saw her reach into her own shadow and pull out a pair of gloves soaked in light.

Eventually, she faded. Or the city did. Yet she remains, faint and upright on a wall no one remembers painting—just a blur of posture and pigment. And if you pass quickly and don’t look straight at her, sometimes—just sometimes—you’ll feel the tug of her buttons, asking to be undone.

Undo one, and you may never return.

Materials used:

Watercolour, watercolour pencil

Tags:
#woman #dark #vintage #dress #magenta 
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My practice is devout to portraits of women, the passers-by from the moment in time. I acknowledge their strength and their glamour. I inquire into the aesthetics of absence, hauntology,... Read more

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