Lightkeeper, Napoli Italia for Mathew (Karla Deel)

$500.00

Title of Artwork: 

Lightkeeper

Napoli, Italia

for Matthew

Materials Used: Cyanotype photography, watercolor paper

Price: $500

Medium: Cyanotype print on watercolor

Date created (Year): 2024

Size: 8 x 10 print matted and framed 16 x 20 

Rarity: 1

Condition: extremely good

Signature: yes

Certification of Authenticity: Yes

Frame: yes

Series: Memento Mori, remember you will die

About the Work: 

At the edge of the Phlaegrea peninsula high above the Gulf of Pozzuoli and Procida's Channel stands a lighthouse on a cliff. There is a softness to the Mediterranean Sea below. A buoyancy that whispers and beckons. The Capo Miseno lighthouse guides the way to the island of Procida. On Procida’s Spiaggia del Postino beach, Pablo Neruda lingers in the black sands. He is there in the subtle waves like a lullaby. Cliffs tower above, upon which Neruda, in exile, made love to his wife. It’s easy to only think of love in this fertile place, this crescent beach of ole Don Pablo.

Geology and geography hold our real history: macabre and delightful, intense and brutal, brilliant and bright, sacred and profane. Just ask the waves what they saw.

Title of Artwork: 

Lightkeeper

Napoli, Italia

for Matthew

Materials Used: Cyanotype photography, watercolor paper

Price: $500

Medium: Cyanotype print on watercolor

Date created (Year): 2024

Size: 8 x 10 print matted and framed 16 x 20 

Rarity: 1

Condition: extremely good

Signature: yes

Certification of Authenticity: Yes

Frame: yes

Series: Memento Mori, remember you will die

About the Work: 

At the edge of the Phlaegrea peninsula high above the Gulf of Pozzuoli and Procida's Channel stands a lighthouse on a cliff. There is a softness to the Mediterranean Sea below. A buoyancy that whispers and beckons. The Capo Miseno lighthouse guides the way to the island of Procida. On Procida’s Spiaggia del Postino beach, Pablo Neruda lingers in the black sands. He is there in the subtle waves like a lullaby. Cliffs tower above, upon which Neruda, in exile, made love to his wife. It’s easy to only think of love in this fertile place, this crescent beach of ole Don Pablo.

Geology and geography hold our real history: macabre and delightful, intense and brutal, brilliant and bright, sacred and profane. Just ask the waves what they saw.

The Human Condition

is a strange

sort of hurt.

For some: a hunt.

Here we stand

on the safe shore,

and marvel at the fisherman’s masts.

Tonight, it’s cod

in crates, but once

bodies, bludgeoned with heavenly hurt.

Cradle the lanterns burning.

Burn the cradles at sea!

Here we stand

on the safe shore,

half-gods,

half-beasts.

Bastards of the self-starved cargo.

When we come, the landscape listens, shadows hold their breath.

Just ask the waves what they saw.