Carlo Lucidi

Silentium VIII


Sterling silver and Hortensia flowers

18x5x8,5 cm

Delicate like a petal, fine, wrinkled, scented memento of the flower of yesteryear.

It yellows as every moment goes, it withers, static, in the midst of silver spikes.

It blossoms from the flesh, tethering with it like a bulge of connections, made of the fine substance from which it derives… I want you to be a handhold in a flower field, armor on a summer night and fire, even when the rain pitter-patters on the window and we’re here, sitting… I want you to be soundless silence among the thin layers; and breath on the skin…