The whispers near the lake are the voices of the Etruscan Gods who slept for two thousand years.
Maybe the beat of white wings woke them up, or the glass window broke, the glass broke the water, a broken looking glass.
We woke up in another world, on a black beach under the golden rays of a golden moon, where the song of a nightingale soars,
giving 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