I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.
Song of Myself, Leaves of Grass - Walt Whitman
***
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.
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
Creeds and schools in abeyance,
Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten,
I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard,
Nature without check with original energy.
Song of Myself, Leaves of Grass - Walt Whitman
***
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.
