I know it Nature was a writer, the poppies of Michal Rovner they would be his poetry. In all the improbably beautiful works of his serie Pragimhe left us a requiem for Nature. Just as the howling of his dogs echoed throughout his house that terrible October morning, Rovner’s poppies show us how great Nature’s lament is. They show a fleeting and shy elegance, they bloom only once.
In early October, desert poppies of Pragim in Rovner they were in full bloom, their crimson petals bearing witness to the atrocious violence of that day. From his forays into the surrounding desert, passing wild poppies, Rovner regularly took his dogs to the protected shelter in his home. Out there, in the silence of Nature, he waited patiently with a dark-vision camera, observing the nocturnal movements.
In the heart of darkness, he discovered how much mystery and magnificence are embodied in these beautiful, pure and faithful natural creatures. At dawn on the seventh day of that fateful month of October, the dogs woke her with deep anguished yelps. With their sixth sense and their innate ability to understand Nature, in the harrowing minutes before the alarm sirens began to blare it almost seemed as if they were anticipating the frightening tragedy.
At a confidential presentation of his monographic exhibition Pragim – open until April 18th Pace Gallery Of New York City – Rovner described the confluence, that morning, of sounds and atmospheric phenomena, barking dogs, sirens and screams. Poppies, with their disturbing vermilion elegance, have been the subject of his study since 2019. In the repercussions of the October trauma, Rovner has found a powerful symbolic use for his poppies, which today serve as a sort of requiem for the natural world.
The serie Pragim in Rovner it must be placed within a longer visual and literary tradition whereby symbolic associations have been established between poppies, tragedy, loss and trauma. Poetry In Flanders Fields about the Great War John McCrae forever imprinted violence and memory in the shape of the fine vermilion red flower. Since then, the millions of young soldiers killed on the plains of Belgium and France during the First World War have been associated with poppies, flowers that we ordinarily come across in the fields of Europe that were the scene of battles. Even today, in the nations of the British Commonwealth every year many people pin memory poppies on the lapels of their jackets to remember those who died in war. Visually, however, not all poppies speak to the trauma of armed conflict.
The American painter Charles Demuth, for example, he painted them in reference to the cycle of human life, he exploited their delicate shape to communicate transience and loss. In theNew York in the early 1920s, the gay painter Demuth painted luminous watercolors of botanical subjects, evoking the brilliance of the natural world and hinting, perhaps, at that of the queer circles he frequented in Manhattan. Late in life, Demuth was diagnosed with diabetes. Weakened and greatly hindered in his movements in the last years of his life, he chose the image of the poppy, painting in the same composition the bud, the opening of the petals, the full bloom and the wilting.