Memento by giulband
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Memento ( a poetry of Iginio Tarchetti )
When I kiss your lips fragrant,
dear girl, I can not forget
that there is a white skull hidden beneath.
When me shake your body graceful,
I can not forget, dear girl
who is under a skeleton hidden.
And the horrible vision absorbed,
anywhere or touches, or kisses, or the hand position,
protrude feel the cold bones of a dead.
Orignal italian version :
Memento
Quando bacio il tuo labbro profumato,
cara fanciulla non posso obbliare
che un bianco teschio vi è sotto celato.
Quando a me stringo il tuo corpo vezzoso,
obbliar non poss'io, cara fanciulla,
che vi è sotto uno scheletro nascosto.
E nell'orrenda visione assorto,
dovunque o tocchi, o baci, o la man posi,
sento sporger le fredde ossa di un morto.
If you like can see another my old images about a trilogy by Italo Calvino:
Il Cavaliere inesistente :
Il Barone rampante :
Il Visconte dimezzato :
Il Barone rampante :
Il Visconte dimezzato :
Comments (94)
So many layers of meaning, as per usual. Wonderful and so textured. Great work.:)
great
Next time I come here, I will look at your Calvino interpretations. I consider Calvino to be one of the best writers of the last 100 years.
You probably know images from the Middle Ages portraying the "illusion" of human life. Images of the beautiful human body---decaying. They painted such things in the Renaissance too. There are Christian monastic orders where monks are asked to sleep in a coffin, to remind them of their mortality. In the yogic and buddhist orders (of India), monks and nuns meditate next to burning corpses---so they remember that life is fleeting, and that flesh must decay eventually. It urges the monks and nuns to concentrate on heart and soul and love---not on the illusions of immortality.
In your image, you've portrayed the words of the poem very scintillatingly. This is clearly a young woman in her prime. She's wearing a very stylish hat, she carries a tulip---the color of the sun (and of honey)---she has flowers in her hair, beautiful jewelry, a beautiful blouse and skirt---with lace on the bottom---and she looks like she's in very good shape, from exercise and from good food. She's in her "prime".
Yet right beneath her surface, we see her skeleton. Her flesh, here, is like flesh-colored glass. We can see her skeleton as if through a laboratory flask. It's that clear, and that 'clinical'. You show the skeleton with great panache---once again, your aesthetic sense is keen and beautiful. Her skeleton looks like it's made of a fine ceramic. It's beautiful---but it's a skeleton. Even her lips are interrupted by her skeleton (ie, her teeth). It's quite intrusive. Like the reminders of Medieval paintings, your image tells us that we are trapped by our illusions.
The light behind this woman is splendid: A deep greenish hue, mixed with reds and yellows and pinks. (Peach-pinks.) She shines, and so does her background. But she is mortal. In the meditative traditions, they say that the only eternal reality is light and love; that we're here (on earth) for a short time to receive and give that light and love. The rest will all fade away...
As a portrait, this is beautifully done. You handle details consummately, as always. And the woman seems to be pondering something beyond the frame---maybe another person, maybe a lover. Maybe a mystery. Maybe she's looking into the ages, and she doesn't know it. Very fine work, Giuliano. Every one of your images is masterful.
I'm at over 2 hours now, and I realize I've only done 5 images (and 1, last night). That's not very many images. But please know that I gave the images everything I had. I see everything you post...I just wish I could comment on everything too. It takes me a long time, unfortunately. (I'm slow.) But I think you're one of the finest artists here. I hope to be back soon...All my best, and I wish you great inspiration, as always...Mark
Masterful