
Lucida
Under blacklight, the body becomes not flesh but flare—a glow, an echo, a mirage. Lucida seeks the threshold where form dissolves.
Lucida is not about light—it’s about transformation. It captures bodies dissolving into glow, myth, and pigment.. Lucida explores the glowing thresholds of the visible, where light doesn’t merely illuminate the body but transforms it into a landscape of pigments, glitter, and phosphorescence. Each image is a ritual, a rite of passage between the seen and the felt.
Shot under ultraviolet light with fluorescent body paints, this series by Burak Bulut Yildirim marks a radical departure from his more architectural nude compositions. Here, the body dissolves into neon universes, cosmic dust, and dreamlike particles. Faces are adorned like mythological masks, bodies shimmer like constellations. Lucida evokes the luminous ecstasy of Yayoi Kusama’s infinity rooms, the mysticism of Caravaggio’s chiaroscuro, and the visceral intensity of neon-lit cinema. These photographs do not represent the body—they transcend it. Flesh becomes an abstract canvas, a living nebula. In some frames, maternity glows like a divine mystery; in others, movement liquefies identity.
Created as part of an ongoing collaboration with dancers, performers, and body artists, Lucida pushes photography beyond documentation—towards alchemy. Each limited edition print is a relic of transformation, a visual artifact of light’s power to alter perception. For collectors, Lucida is not just a series—it is an electric dream captured on paper.
All Projects / Exhibitions
The body becomes wild again. Otherlands lets the figure vanish into light, stone, and the myth of nature.
A body caught between memory and erasure. Antemortem traces the soft residue of life before it slips into silence.
Desire speaks in color. Crave paints the body with longing, each image trembling between heat and hunger.
Not frozen moments, but echoes in motion. Motus captures the body in flux—between gesture, memory, and breath.
Under blacklight, the body becomes flare—a glow, an echo, a mirage. Lucida seeks the threshold where form dissolves.
Mirrored, fractured, reformed. Chimera turns the body into illusion, where flesh bends under the gaze.
Melancholia doesn’t shout—it lingers. These images carry silence, like a breath held too long.