Hey, I’m Naomi :)
Sometimes I as myself am I an artist ? Maybe art is anyone who feels deeply, who looks at the world
with open eyes and an open heart. I make art because it brings me closer to other humans, especially in moments
when I feel like I don’t fully belong.
I create in the space between surrealism and introspection. I don’t follow rules. I don’t chase perfection. I ask questions with images, sounds, and words—about identity, memory, perception, and what it means to be human.
I’m fascinated by the invisible: the way dreams twist reality, how two people can see the same moment and carry completely different stories, how our past, present, and future selves whisper to each other across time.
Life taught me we don’t pick just one path. Everything connects—our art, our mistakes, our silence, our movement. Living fully is letting life flow, like perfectly al dente spaghetti: tender, flexible, alive.
NKL SOUL is about creation, connection, and presence. I make art to understand the people around me, reflecting what I feel as someone who experiences deeply and feels intensely. I do it in the hope that when others see my work, they recognize a part of themselves—and through that, maybe understand me too. My art is my way of reaching out, of sharing, and of being seen, even in all the contradictions, wonder, and curiosity that life holds.
Photography
Nature/Quiet pictures
Portrait/Full Body
Surreallistic
Photography is my way of listening to the world without speaking. When I hold the camera, I am fully present—my eyes tracing lines, textures, shadows I might otherwise miss. It sharpens my senses, asking me to notice what is truly here.
Nature reflects who we are from the moment we are born. Portraits capture who we have become, right now. Surrealism uncovers the unconscious. Together, they bring me closer to the roots of being human.
Some moments, some emotions, cannot be put into words. Photography becomes their language, a space where feeling takes form without explanation.
Memories are born the instant we see them, woven into our minds—but there is beauty in returning, letting our eyes meet them again, and watching them bloom anew, in another timeline.
Book
The book doesn’t really fit into a genre. It is part non-fiction, part biography, part lyrical reflection. Maybe it could even be called self-help, though who am I to say that my words can help anyone else? In truth, it feels more like a book that helps me understand myself. To give you an idea, it contains audio pieces, texts, poetry, and drawings. Let yourself be surprised. I will try my best to keep your coffee warm while you read.
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French (original) - English - German
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Click on the drawing for
some poetries from the
book :)
Creations
Paintings
Drawings
Sculptures
I paint and create objects because sometimes there are things I cannot put into words. Feelings that are too heavy, or too fragile, to be captured by language alone. Shapes, colors, and textures allow me to say what silence cannot carry. For me, creating is not just about making something beautiful, but about giving form to what lives inside, the untold, the hidden, the unspoken. Each piece is like a fragment of a conversation I could never have, a way of reaching out and hoping someone else recognizes themselves in it.
I am a minimalist. I don’t have techniques, I don’t follow rules. If someone asks me how or what I do, I can only answer: I just do. Give me a pencil, I’ll do something with it. Give me oil colors, I’ll try my best. I am not here to create something ‘fancy’ or ‘good-looking’. I don’t chase perfection. I paint what comes to me, what feels true in that moment. And yes, sometimes it might look like a child could have done it...but so what? Maybe that is my style. Maybe it is about stripping away the noise and finding honesty in simplicity.
Synapses
Concept Music Dance Video
I hear a pulse between my thoughts, it feels before I think.
My head says: stay still.
My heart already ran.
Somewhere between the two, I lose the shape of who I am.
Just a mind that sharpens its own knives and calls it thinking.
I watch myself shrink under rules I invented,
where mercy was never an option.
I learned to call fear “logic,”
pain “discipline.”
I don’t need the world to hurt me,
I learned how to do it better.
I am the wound
and the pressure on it.
I built the cage, I held the key.
I turned the lock and called it me.
Short Movie
The book Don’t let your coffee get cold from Naomi Kallenberg Luccarini and the film are deeply connected, they speak the same language of identity, but through different forms and rhythms. The book explores identity as something fluid and multifaceted, shaped by life stages, emotional states, and social tensions. Each chapter stands alone, like a snapshot of a different version of the self: who you are when you're in love, when you're in conflict, when you're longing for freedom. It's not a manual, not a narrative with one protagonist or one truth. It’s poetic, fragmented, and reflective a mirror that invites the reader to see themselves in new ways through what I lived.
The movie, in a way, is the visual and emotional embodiment of the book’s core message. Where the book takes its time, allowing the reader to drift and reflect into different versions of the self, the film dives straight into the emotion of the inner conflict and the sense of life. It captures that same journey of self-confrontation and transformation, a protagonist trapped in a life that feels wrong, who slowly breaks through illusion and expectation until he meets himself again. The film doesn’t explain; it evokes. It hits harder, faster, like a wave of feeling that stays with you.
The film becomes the final layer, not an ending, but a culmination. It’s the cherry on top: the crystallization of everything that came before, experiencing the question: Who am I and who could I become?