"The moon came to the forge
With its necklace of ginger lilies.
The boy watches it, watches.
The boy is watching it.
In the moved air,
The moon moves its arms
And shows, lustful and pure,
Its breasts of hard tin.
Run, moon, moon, moon.
If the Gypsies came,
They would have with your heart
Necklaces and white rings.
Boy, let me dance.
When the Gypsies come,
They will find you above the anvil
With your little eyes closed.
Run, moon, moon, moon,
For I already feel their horses.
—Boy, leave me, do not step on
My starched whiteness.
The rider approached
Beating the plain's drum.
Inside the forge,
The boy has his eyes closed.
Through the olive grove,
The Gypsies came,
Bronze and dreaming.
Heads raised and eyes half-closed.
How the magpie sings—
Oh, how it sings in the tree!
Across the sky, the moon goes
With a boy holding her hand.
Inside the forge,
The Gypsies weep,
Shouting.
The air keeps watch — watch.
The air is watching her."
Gipsy Ballads - Federico García Lorca
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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.
***
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.
"The moon came to the forge
With its necklace of ginger lilies.
The boy watches it, watches.
The boy is watching it.
In the moved air,
The moon moves its arms
And shows, lustful and pure,
Its breasts of hard tin.
Run, moon, moon, moon.
If the Gypsies came,
They would have with your heart
Necklaces and white rings.
Boy, let me dance.
When the Gypsies come,
They will find you above the anvil
With your little eyes closed.
Run, moon, moon, moon,
For I already feel their horses.
—Boy, leave me, do not step on
My starched whiteness.
The rider approached
Beating the plain's drum.
Inside the forge,
The boy has his eyes closed.
Through the olive grove,
The Gypsies came,
Bronze and dreaming.
Heads raised and eyes half-closed.
How the magpie sings—
Oh, how it sings in the tree!
Across the sky, the moon goes
With a boy holding her hand.
Inside the forge,
The Gypsies weep,
Shouting.
The air keeps watch — watch.
The air is watching her."
Gipsy Ballads - Federico García Lorca
***
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.
