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"Earth and Blood" by Chiharu Shiota and "The mother" by Gwendolyn Brooks.
The poem is "The mother" by Gwendolyn Brooks. Photographs are by Chiharu Shiota. Music is "Strange ways" from the YouTube Audio Library Watching Art 249 Poetry, Music and Painting.
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Tied with Threads - The Thing About...Chiharu Shiota
Featuring 3 installations: After the Dream/Sleeping is like Death/The Key in the Hand The starting points for the majority of Shiota’s installations are collections of used possessions; belongings, haunted with memories, that act as expressions of human acts. Complex networks of yarn are often interlaced around and between objects, linking their inherent narratives and creating a new visual plane, as if painting in mid-air. Born 1972 in Osaka, Japan; Shiota initially studied painting at Seika University, Kyoto. During this time she undertook an exchange residency at Canberra School of Art, Australia. It was here that she began to explore the boundaries of painting, staging her first performance Becoming Painting (1994) in which she used her body as a canvas. She moved to Germany in 1996 and continued her studies, firstly in Braunschweig and later Berlin, where she continues to live today. Her installations began receiving international attention in 2000, primarily through the group exhibition Continental Shift at the Ludwig Forum, Aachen and also the 2001 Yokohama Triennale. Today her work receives critical acclaim internationally and she is the recipient of numerous notable prizes including the Philip Morris Art Awards and the Audience Choice Award at The First Kyiv International Biennale of Contemporary Art. Her achievements also include set design for several major theatrical and operatic productions including Daniel Karasek's Tristan and Isolde at Theater Kiel, Germany. Chiharu Shiota’s museum exhibitions include MoMA PS1, New York (2003); National Museum of Art, Osaka (2008); La Maison Rouge, Paris (2011); The Museum of Art, Kochi (2013); Freer and Sackler Gallery of Art, Washington D.C. (2014) and Kunstsammlung Düsseldorf, K21, Düsseldorf (2015), to mention a few. She has participated in the Venice Biennale, 2015; Aichi Triennale, 2010; Gwangju Biennale, 2006 and Yokohama Triennale, 2001, amongst others. Her works are included in The Leopold Private Collection, Vienna; 21st Century Museum of Contemporary Art, Kanazawa; The Hoffmann Collection, Berlin and The National Museum of Modern Art, Tokyo. In 2016 she will participate in the 20th Sydney Biennale. Music: "Master Disorder" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/
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Chiharu Shiota - Where are we going
Where are we going ? Créations originales de Chiharu Shiota Du 14 janvier au 18 février 2017 Le Bon Marché Rive Gauche ►http://www.lebonmarche.com/evenements/chiharu-shiota.html Magazine en ligne : https://www.24sevres.com/fr-fr/le-bon-marche Site internet : https://www.24sevres.com/fr-fr/ Facebook : http://www.facebook.com/lebonmarche Twitter : @lebonmarche Instagram @lebonmarcherivegauche Pinterest : www.pinterest.com/lebonmarche Google + : http://google.com/+lebonmarche
Alone ~ Current 93
Birdsong in The Empire, Photo images from Chiharu Shiota. Lyrics: Whilst I thought I was climbing I found myself descending Having lost my way let me go up Having lost my way let me go down I have no other work to do It would have been better No to be the mother It is sorrowful When a son goes away Let alone And when he dies I watched quietly When the grave was being dug Knowing that he won't come back And I shall not be here For much longer Even if I become Like a king or like the wind Never Never will death Stay away But when he called me from above Neither voice nor word to say yes We just quietly say yes to him It is a debt Which must be paid Here is your flesh Take it from me It seems to me That you can't destroy it Having spent the day with pain Am I going to spend the night with pain? This living to eat Is so tiring for me I am feeling cold inside Let me go on seeking fire Even death is better Than this useless life The mast of a ship A nakedness The leader of whores Sheds the female breast He tramples down The vast furnace Godlike and piercing Binding and bitter And cleaving asunder Bones bound together And paleness breaking And rending Abiding in a place Tending into nothingness Dampness tending onto corruption Corruption Corruption Corruption And merchants in trembling Dragged down into horror Terrible and whirling The dust in the palm Sublime circumcision Solitude and desolation A goatherd unto lost All destruction Grinding thin powder Withering and fading The reaping-hook of dullness Earth thrown up All flesh turn The mountains are cast out Lions trembling with fury Thy braking in my barrenness The destroyer of days The silent lion We know him fury The death of flesh He moves with a creeping motion They destroy by the sky flame Of their smoky breath The painbringers They shriek with a Long Drawn Cry I do not own anything of this video
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A special documentary about Leo Brasina, former radio producer and a poet, based in Limassol, Cyprus. Produced by Andreas Papakyriakou & Alekos Nikolaou All copyrights reserved ©2018 Follow us https://www.facebook.com/Leobrasina/
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String Art BLURE of LIGHT Installation
Discover full gallery, visit page below https://photos.app.goo.gl/QE0o4lIS590tAF7c2 String Art _Instalation__MakingOFF__Wianki__Kraków__wały_wawelskie__2017__ ART_COLOR_BALET______with_____DECODEtheCODE
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Mother by Gwendolyn Brooks
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"the mother" by Gwendolyn Brooks
Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair, The singers and workers that never handled the air. You will never neglect or beat Them, or silence or buy with a sweet. You will never wind up the sucking-thumb Or scuttle off ghosts that come. You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh, Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye. I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed children. I have contracted. I have eased My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck. I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seized Your luck And your lives from your unfinished reach, If I stole your births and your names, Your straight baby tears and your games, Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your marriages, aches, and your deaths, If I poisoned the beginnings of your breaths, Believe that even in my deliberateness I was not deliberate. Though why should I whine, Whine that the crime was other than mine?-- Since anyhow you are dead. Or rather, or instead, You were never made. But that too, I am afraid, Is faulty: oh, what shall I say, how is the truth to be said? You were born, you had body, you died. It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried. Believe me, I loved you all. Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you All. (www.thinkinlikegavroche.wordpress.com)
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