Adina Ionescu Muscel - Art photography and mixed media

Intercessions

It all started with an intuition: a shift in attention generates transformation.

Then there were these threads of reasoning
that I try to braid into a research,
where interferences become more and more loud.
Not noise, not clarity —
but something else entirely.
Something like texture, like dream, like vibration.

This is not a method.
This is not a framework.
This is a compost pile of intuitions,
rituals, failed exposures,
and speculative spores.

It will change.

It is changing now.

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.

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.