Tell me, you enigmatic man, whom do you love the most? Your father, your
mother, your sister or your brother?
— I have neither father, nor mother, nor sister, nor brother.
Your friends?
— You’re using a word whose meaning remains yet unknown to me.
Your homeland?
— I ignore even the latitude where it is situated.
Beauty?
— I would be happy to love her, goddess-like and immortal.
Gold?
— 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
marvelous clouds!
"The Stranger" by Charles Baudelaire
from Le Spleen de ParisTranslated by Paul D’Agostino
Adam 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
hereOriginally published 12/14/13![]() |
| Loren Munk John Graham Obituary, 2009, oil on linen, 24" x 30" |
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| Greg Kwiatek, Cloud, 2013, gouache on paper, 9" x 12" |
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David Brody, Cloud, 2013, colored pencil on isometric paper, 11 x 17 inches
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