“VINCE: I was going to run away last night. I was going to run and keep running. Straight to the Iowa border. I drove all night with the windows open. The two dollars of the old man fluttering right on the seat beside me. It never stopped raining the whole time. I didn’t stop even once. I could see myself in the windshield. My face. My eyes. I studied my face. I studied everything about it as if I were looking at another man. As if I could see all of his life behind him. Like the face of a mummy. I saw him alive and dead at the same time. In the same breath. In the windshield, I saw him breathe as if he were frozen in time, and each breath marked him. Marked him forever without him knowing. And then his face changed. His face became his father’s face. Same bones. Same eyes. Same nose. Same breath. And his father’s face changed into his grandfather’s. And it kept going. Changing. Faces I’d never seen before but still recognized. Still recognized the bones underneath. Same eyes. Same mouth. Same breath. I followed my family all the way to Iowa. To the last one. Straight into the corn belt and beyond. Straight to wherever they took me. Then everything dissolved. Everything dissolved. Like this. And those two dollars kept fluttering on the seat next to me.”
Buried Child - Sam Shepard
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The poppy is a wild and delicate flower. It has been used for a long time as a symbol of peace, sleep and death. It is a special flower. It does not allow to be cut, it decomposes and falls apart quickly. The brilliant color and vibrancy that it presents in the field does not last even a few minutes in our hands. If we want to keep it, to make it remain, it will be necessary to elaborate it, work it in such a way that it does not spoil. The resulting, imperfect, nature will be much more complete and elegant… and will remain.
Love and beauty are the two fundamental challenges of the human being and it takes a lifetime to understand them.
Beauty repairs.
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Photograph on 100% cotton Hahnemühle paper with pigmented inks, natural walnut wood frame and museum glass (70% anti-reflective and 90% UVA protection). Red collection (51 pieces). White collection (32 pieces). Numbered and signed work (25 editions of each piece). Each piece comes in a black case, with "Jaime Sicilia" stamped on the cover, specially designed for this project.
“VINCE: I was going to run away last night. I was going to run and keep running. Straight to the Iowa border. I drove all night with the windows open. The two dollars of the old man fluttering right on the seat beside me. It never stopped raining the whole time. I didn’t stop even once. I could see myself in the windshield. My face. My eyes. I studied my face. I studied everything about it as if I were looking at another man. As if I could see all of his life behind him. Like the face of a mummy. I saw him alive and dead at the same time. In the same breath. In the windshield, I saw him breathe as if he were frozen in time, and each breath marked him. Marked him forever without him knowing. And then his face changed. His face became his father’s face. Same bones. Same eyes. Same nose. Same breath. And his father’s face changed into his grandfather’s. And it kept going. Changing. Faces I’d never seen before but still recognized. Still recognized the bones underneath. Same eyes. Same mouth. Same breath. I followed my family all the way to Iowa. To the last one. Straight into the corn belt and beyond. Straight to wherever they took me. Then everything dissolved. Everything dissolved. Like this. And those two dollars kept fluttering on the seat next to me.”
Buried Child - Sam Shepard
***
The poppy is a wild and delicate flower. It has been used for a long time as a symbol of peace, sleep and death. It is a special flower. It does not allow to be cut, it decomposes and falls apart quickly. The brilliant color and vibrancy that it presents in the field does not last even a few minutes in our hands. If we want to keep it, to make it remain, it will be necessary to elaborate it, work it in such a way that it does not spoil. The resulting, imperfect, nature will be much more complete and elegant… and will remain.
Love and beauty are the two fundamental challenges of the human being and it takes a lifetime to understand them.
Beauty repairs.
***
Photograph on 100% cotton Hahnemühle paper with pigmented inks, natural walnut wood frame and museum glass (70% anti-reflective and 90% UVA protection). Red collection (51 pieces). White collection (32 pieces). Numbered and signed work (25 editions of each piece). Each piece comes in a black case, with "Jaime Sicilia" stamped on the cover, specially designed for this project.
