Snow Forms #2, Ipswich, Mass.1961

(copyright by Paul Caponigro/respective copyright holders)

Something so delicate, so beautiful and magical as snowflakes. I was making pictures of snow and seeing in it such solid forms. Suddenly I thought of being made of many snowflakes, and just as suddenly I sent them flying to the skies back from whence they came. Unfortunately, I could not detect their resting place. There is a limit to the imagination, after all, and I am now talking about my own internal skies, the desire to know who I am.

Snow Forms #1, Ipswich, Mass.1961

(copyright by Paul Caponigro/respective copyright holders)