The swan that flew away and the song that came back to us.
The whispers near the lake are
the voices of the Etruscan Gods who slept more than two thousand years.
Maybe the beat of white wings woke them up,
a glass window broke, a glass broke the water, a looking glass.
We woke up in another world, on a black beach.
We gather the golden rays of a golden moon, the song of a nightingale mirrors you.
Gives everything back to us
and more.
Margrieta was born under Northern skies, in the Netherlands.
Her work embraces poetry, sculpture, but her main creative outlet is photography since her father showed her how to print in his self made darkroom in the attic of their house.
She uses analogue cameras (from 35mm to whole plate).
She makes silver-gelatin (contact) prints, albumen prints and various experimental prints, as well as hand-colored ones.
She lives and works in Bolsena (Tuscia), Italy
Awards Her books are available at “DagDroomBoek editions”.
https://www.margrij.com/dagdroomboek-editions