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. you will remember a future day when the wheel of time turns against when lilies grow on the meadow where we used to rest.
Margrieta was born under Northern skies, in the Netherlands. She has lived and worked in the Netherlands, Italy, Algeria, the Caribbean, Chile, Portugal and Romania. During her biology studies with a major in philosophy at Wageningen (the Netherlands), Margrieta started with a variety of studies in bronze casting, painting, etching and ceramics. Her work embraces poetry, sculpture, but her main creative outlet is photography. Loving and using anything analogue from 35mm to a wholeplate camera. You can find her photography books here: www.margrij.com/dagdroombookseditions.
