Name of collector: Melanie Ezra
Size: 4.5″ x 4.5″
Identification: 3.1 Magic Carpet
“I confess I do not believe in time. I like to fold my magic carpet, after use, in such a way as to superimpose one part of the pattern upon another. Let visitors trip. And the highest enjoyment of timelessness – in a landscape selected at random – is when I stand among rare butterflies and their food plants. This is ecstasy, and behind the ecstasy is something else, which is hard to explain. It is like a momentary vacuum into which rushes all that I love. A sense of oneness with sun and stone.” – Vladimir Nabokov.
I’ve struggled here, wrongly thinking that I should keep suit with my previous namings and find something Latin. But this collage is not Latin, it is Russian; and this is not my collage, it is Nabokov’s. This collage is a direct response to his writings and cannot be anything else other than what it is.
Here it is Summer 1948 and I am with Nabokov, chasing Sulphurs and Satyrs in a distant meadow.