Celine’s Visual Odyssey

Each frame is a threshold, not a memory.

This is not a portfolio. It’s a living altar. Every image is a ritual act — forged in sweat, distortion, and theatrical fire. From metal rites to private invocations, from festival chaos to intimate sonic rebellions, this archive listens with its eyes.

Through my lens, I don’t capture moments. I summon them. What you see here is not documentation. It’s evidence of sound becoming flesh, of emotion becoming myth.