I love the clouds… the clouds that pass… down there… over there… the marvelous clouds!
Tell me, you enigmatic man, whom do you love the most? Your father, yourAdam Simon organized the exhibition Clouds at Lesley Heller. He provided Baudelaire's poem as part of his invitation to the artists. Check out more of the work here
mother, your sister or your brother?
— I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother.
— You’re using a word whose meaning remains yet unknown to me.
— I ignore even the latitude where it is situated.
— I would be happy to love her, goddess-like and immortal.
— I hate gold like you hate God.
Well then, what do you love, extraordinary stranger ?
— I love the clouds… the clouds that pass… down there… over there… the
"The Stranger" by Charles Baudelaire
from Le Spleen de ParisTranslated by Paul D’Agostino
Originally published 12/14/13
|Loren Munk John Graham Obituary, 2009, oil on linen, 24" x 30"|
|Greg Kwiatek, Cloud, 2013, gouache on paper, 9" x 12"|
|David Brody, Cloud, 2013, colored pencil on isometric paper, 11 x 17 inches|