Ink mushroom
Ink mushrooms are masters of transformation. During the night, their hats opened up like delicate umbrellas's, and at the first light of the morning sun, the true spectacle began. Black ink began to seep out from the centre of their hats, like liquid poetry hitting the ground.
In this silent choreography, the ink mushrooms left their marks, a dark contrast to the soft moss and leaves around them. They whispered stories of impermanence, of life finding its own way in the shadows of the forest.
I have been photographing all my life, after art school and Fotovakschool Apeldoorn I worked in the media as an editor of TV programmes and tell stories with the 'writing of light'... Read more…