The illumination of the sky
il. to The Cinnamon Shops by Bruno Schulz
il. to The Cinnamon Shops by Bruno Schulz
I went out into a winter night coloured by the illumination of the sky. It was one of those bright nights in which the astral firmament is so immense and branched, almost fallen apart, broken into pieces and divided into a labyrinth of separate heavens, enough to be shared by whole months of winter nights, to overlay with its silvered and painted globes all of their nocturnal phenomena,
adventures, scandals, and carnivals. (...) The snow dwindled into white strands, an innocent, sweet fleece scented with violets, and into those very strands the sky began to thaw, where the moon showed itself twice, three times over, demonstrating by this multiplicity all of its phases and positions.
B. Schulz Sklepy cynamonowe / The Cinnamon Shops
adventures, scandals, and carnivals. (...) The snow dwindled into white strands, an innocent, sweet fleece scented with violets, and into those very strands the sky began to thaw, where the moon showed itself twice, three times over, demonstrating by this multiplicity all of its phases and positions.
B. Schulz Sklepy cynamonowe / The Cinnamon Shops
digital print on textiles
