They’re dainty little creatures that hardly exist at all:
they come out of nowhere, search quietly for a few,
limited things, and disappear into nothingness again,
perhaps to some other world
How many definitions we needed – to be able to touch time? To feel something nonexistent, or even fictional – eternal? What is eternity? Fragile, almost transparent, imperceptible, mysterious… Eternity is like the butterflies. As if it is about something which confuses this world by its presence, charms this world, but – it disappears so quietly… leaving nothing… The butterflies seemed to be some ephemeral silhouettes, they were timeless – they were nowhere and elsewhere at the same time. Their elusive wings – unlock a unique mystery of so quiet life. So, eternity – is only silence? The most beautiful silence which traces our minds, and hypnotizes our eyes – and then disappears. Eternity is the disappearing silence. The butterflies – become a timeless myth, only the one myth which is half-visible for human’s eyes. It is an ephemeral mystery of this world which can be hurt by only touch…
Amazing images of the butterflies in Eternal by Lalique and Damien Hirst – became a wary try to touch the time. It is about a delicate art – to reveal some irreal beauty of the whole world in the crystal silhouettes – “for all eternity”. Charming and paradoxical beauty of the butterfly is revealed in the design of unique crystal panels. A special optical play with light, subtle colour shades and other fragile substances and rhythms of this world – as if some crystallization of time in a weird beauty which confuses human’s minds. Damien Hirst compares the butterflies with souls that could be understood only by a wider visual language. “Everyone loves them because of their incredible abstract fragility and beauty…” This silent beauty – appears and goes off – leaving only an ephemeral image in our eyes’ memory. But when light shines through these crystal silhouettes – the butterflies come back to life in some way.
The first photo – Eternal Love (Lavender Crystal)
- They don’t leave any trace behind. It’s as if they’ve been absorbed by the air. They’re dainty little creatures that hardly exist at all: they come out of nowhere, search quietly for a few, limited things, and disappear into nothingness again, perhaps to some other world. – Haruki Murakami. 1Q84. – Translated by Jay Rubin, Philip Gabriel. – Published in United States by Alfred A.Knopf, a division of Random House. – New York. – 2011. – BOOK 1. APRIL-JUNE. – Chapter 7. – Aomame. Quietly, so as not to wake the butterfly.
- Everyone loves them because of their incredible abstract fragility and beauty // Damien Hirst, 2014 – Interview.
- When the light shines through these panels, it feels like [the butterflies] are brought back to life in some way // Damien Hirst, 2014 – Interview.
- Eternal by Lalique and Damien Hirst – Edito by Silvio Denz.