Ashes by Clara Turchi Rose

“This solitary hill has always been dear to me
And this hedge, which prevents me from seeing most of
The endless horizon.
But when I sit and gaze, I imagine, in my thoughts
Endless spaces beyond the hedge,
An all encompassing silence and a deeply profound quiet,
To the point that my heart is almost overwhelmed.
And when I hear the wind rustling through the trees
I compare its voice to the infinite silence.
And eternity occurs to me, and all the ages past,
And the present time, and its sound.
Amidst this immensity my thought drowns:
And to founder in this sea is sweet to me.”

The Infinite – Poem by Count Giacomo Leopardi



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“I understand the art-work as a biological organism, as an entity capable of response to stimuli, reproduction, growth and development, a system that is able of expansion and contraction, and that can cross borders (for example with biology, sociology, psychology etc) and share processes of production of knowledge that not necessarily are documentary or interpretative.
I understand photography as the meta-language of death: they both seem to reveal but in fact they conceal; they both cannot be reverted; the subject was once what now is not. But they are all what remains to me, and so I start scraping, removing millimetrical layers of surface off photographs in an effort to understand death and deal with memory, and make it again alive in the endless circle of life and death.”