Adina Ionescu Muscel - Art photography and mixed media

Intercessions

<p>Marine Forestier <em>Les Lichennes</em></p>

Intercessions

Bag for Stories That Grow

This research is not a spear.
It doesn’t aim, pierce, or resolve.
It is a pouch, a belly, a vessel —
stitched with silver grains and fern veins,
patched with field notes, mistakes, and spores.

It is a container for encounters:
a net woven of light and leaves,
holding not answers,
but the soft weight of questions,
pressed gently into emulsion.

This is a bag for stories that don’t rush forward,
but curl, decay, bloom again.
A jar for myth fragments, for gestures,
for the things that grow when we stop to listen.

To question about the fern flower
is to listen to its absence.
To its refusal to be picked,
catalogued, resolved.
It is to let its cycles reorganize your time.

Fern flower, a nod to liminality: the flower appears only at a threshold - in time, light, perception, or belief.

It became questioning:
what does it mean to make contact with a fern?

How to grow a Silver cristal
Ferns narrative on mattering

Sometimes the silver crystals don’t form.
Sometimes they bloom into iridescent ghosts.
Sometimes nothing happens,
and that too is knowledge.
Each fern comes with a story.
One from a shadowed ravine.
One from my garden, recipient for many other stories.
One touched the emulsion and left a mark. Another didn’t.
They are not ingredients.
They are presences.