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“Blossoms rupture and rapture the air”
This is a line from And I Was Alive by Osip Mandelstam, a poem written in 1937 and translated from the Russian by Christian Wiman.
The beauty of nature is both fierce and fragile: the destructive power of a tornado wrapped in the delicacy of flower petals. To create her installation Rupture & Rapture, Jessica Cadkin used hundreds of petals, deconstructed from silk flowers and hand-sewn together to form the piece’s shape. It rises approximately twelve feet from the floor toward the ceiling where the petals fan out; the petals flutter by the wind of a fan inside it as though by a gentle breeze.
Photography by Dana Davis.
Video by Jessica Cadkin.
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