Mother Earth whispers in the silence
In the heart of the forest, Mother Earth whispers.
She does not speak aloud – only those who listen with the soul can hear her.
The water that flows, the stone that bears, the leaf that falls –
all carry her memory, her wisdom, her wounds.
The red leaves are not only autumn.
They are traces of blood from what we have forgotten to honor,
but also a prayer for healing.
Here, among the stones, in the quiet current,
a ceremony continues – one we turned our backs on long ago,
but which has never ceased.
When you stop. Breathe. Listen.
Perhaps you will feel it.
A voice not your own, yet rising from within.
A reminder.
That all is alive.
That you are part of this sacred cycle.
That the Earth does not belong to us –
but that we belong to her.
“I find my models out in nature, stones, root balls, etc. I want to show nature’s beauty to those who are open to seeing it.
My style is dark, evocative and magical. I use long shutter speeds, double exposure and ICM. When you look at one of my pictures, you see one thing. But the more you look, the more you can see in them. Shoots documentary, nature, art and portraits.”
