Can the beautiful be sad? Is beauty inseparable from the ephemeral and hence from mourning? Or else is the beautiful object the one that tirelessly returns following destructions and wars in order to bear witness that there is survival after death, that immortality is possible?
Julia Kristeva, Black Sun: Depression and Melancholia.
Overhead shone the great star of the constellation of Lyra, destined to be the polar star for men who will live tens of thousands of years after we have ceased to be.
Marguerite Yourcenar, Mémoires d’Hadrien.
The large-scale drawings were presented to the soil and to the 2500 bodies below the grass as a dignified farewell, as a silent memorial.