CRACKLING THINGS & LITTLE ASHES SERIES
A series of different objects reveals the author as a lifelong collector of certain feelings and states through her association with objects, poetry, films, paintings, etc.
One part of this "Crackling Things & Little Ashes" series is the poetry of Juan Ramón Jiménez and Federico García Lorca, Spanish poets, and lyricists of the 20th century, whose poems and letters featured in some works of the series.
The other part of the series consists of works by classical American and Russian poets, also verse songs by contemporary authors.
The artist collects these works because of the poignant style and state evoked by reading them.
Each work interprets an individual piece through automatic writing using various mixed techniques based on the author's work paper.
A series of different objects reveals the author as a lifelong collector of certain feelings and states through her association with objects, poetry, films, paintings, etc.
One part of this "Crackling Things & Little Ashes" series is the poetry of Juan Ramón Jiménez and Federico García Lorca, Spanish poets, and lyricists of the 20th century, whose poems and letters featured in some works of the series.
The other part of the series consists of works by classical American and Russian poets, also verse songs by contemporary authors.
The artist collects these works because of the poignant style and state evoked by reading them.
Each work interprets an individual piece through automatic writing using various mixed techniques based on the author's work paper.
Casida de la Rosa
2021
440x450 mm
assemblage, handcrafted paper, pen, soft clay
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«The rose was
not looking for the morning:
on its branch, almost immortal,
it looked for something other.
The rose was
not looking for wisdom, or for shadow:
the edge of flesh and dreaming,
it looked for something other.
The rose was
not looking for the rose, was
unmoving in the heavens:
it looked for something other.»
Federico García Lorca
2021
440x450 mm
assemblage, handcrafted paper, pen, soft clay
___________
«The rose was
not looking for the morning:
on its branch, almost immortal,
it looked for something other.
The rose was
not looking for wisdom, or for shadow:
the edge of flesh and dreaming,
it looked for something other.
The rose was
not looking for the rose, was
unmoving in the heavens:
it looked for something other.»
Federico García Lorca
The Lonely Friend
2021
700х700 mm
assemblage, handcrafted paper, pen, soft clay
___________
«Ты меня не догонишь, друг.
Как безумец, в слезах примчишься,
а меня — ни здесь, ни вокруг.
Ужасающие хребты
позади себя я воздвигну,
чтоб меня не настигнул ты!
Постараюсь я все пути
позади себя уничтожить, —
ты меня, дружище, прости!..
Ты не сможешь остаться, друг...
Я, возможно, вернусь обратно,
а тебя — ни здесь, ни вокруг.»
Juan Ramon Jimenez
Перевод П.Грушко
2021
700х700 mm
assemblage, handcrafted paper, pen, soft clay
___________
«Ты меня не догонишь, друг.
Как безумец, в слезах примчишься,
а меня — ни здесь, ни вокруг.
Ужасающие хребты
позади себя я воздвигну,
чтоб меня не настигнул ты!
Постараюсь я все пути
позади себя уничтожить, —
ты меня, дружище, прости!..
Ты не сможешь остаться, друг...
Я, возможно, вернусь обратно,
а тебя — ни здесь, ни вокруг.»
Juan Ramon Jimenez
Перевод П.Грушко
The Letter
2021
210х148 mm
assemblage, handcrafted paper, pen, soft clay
___________
«Remember me when you are at the beach and above all when you paint crackling things and little ashes. Oh my little ashes! Put my name in the picture so that my name will serve for something in the world.»
Federico García Lorca to Salvador Dali
2021
210х148 mm
assemblage, handcrafted paper, pen, soft clay
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«Remember me when you are at the beach and above all when you paint crackling things and little ashes. Oh my little ashes! Put my name in the picture so that my name will serve for something in the world.»
Federico García Lorca to Salvador Dali
There will come soft rains..
2020
210х297 mm
handcrafted paper, pen, pencil, acrylic
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«There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.»
Sara Teasdale
2020
210х297 mm
handcrafted paper, pen, pencil, acrylic
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«There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum trees in tremulous white,
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.»
Sara Teasdale
Oh, Give Me Hope, Hand
2021 | Concept of mural
digital graphic in Photoshop, photo (Dave Webb on Unsplash)
___________
Juan Ramon Jimenez
Перевод С.Гончаренко
2021 | Concept of mural
digital graphic in Photoshop, photo (Dave Webb on Unsplash)
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«Подай мне, надежда, руку,
пойдём за незримый гребень,
туда, где сияют звёзды
в душе у меня, как в небе.
Закрой мне другой рукою
глаза и потусторонней
тропинкой веди, слепого
от снега твоей ладони.
Зато мы такие дали
увидим при свете грусти:
под полной луною сердца
любви голубое устье.
Меня схорони во мне же
от жара мирской пустыни
и путь протори в глубины,
где недра, как небо, сини.»
Juan Ramon Jimenez
Перевод С.Гончаренко