Madeleine Peyroux is a jazz singer and songwriter beginning her career as a teenager on the streets of Paris. She found mainstream success in 2004 with her album ‘Careless Love’
Instructions No.1 1976 Video Art Video performance, duration 6 minutes Collection of the Tate, United Kingdom
From Iveković’s early video work ‘Instructions No. 1’ exposes the pressures on women to conform to existing ideas of beauty and self-image. With herself as the subject, she uses the lens of the camera as though it were a mirror. Her gaze is directly fixed on the viewer as she draws black lines and arrows on her face and physically manipulates her appearance with her hands. Towards the end, Iveković rubs the markings away leaving traces as faint reminders of the pains and scars that the unrealistic demands of social expectations leave on women.
Sanja Ivekovic Body Art, Performance Art, Conceptual Art, Video Art, Photomontage Born: 6 January 1949, Zagreb, Croatia Nationality: Croatian
Iveković is a photographer, performer, sculptor, and installation artist. She is known for tackling issues such as female identity, media, consumerism, and political strife. As one of the leading artists from the former Yugoslavia, she continues to inspire many young artists
In the dark of night when you are alone But I don’t fear the dark like you now do The night is crying and I hear you too As I listen to the night wind wail and moan Your ghosts of life are in the darkness shown Like wispy clouds, the smell of fear comes through Your life of lies is now revealed to you And for your crimes in darkness, you’ll atone
The innocents, the victims of your crime From their graves now come to deny your lie Evil can only last a finite time As justice stands up with a divine sigh And I raise my scythe in this ancient mime It’s now too late and it’s your time to die
Good-by, proud world, I’m going home, Thou’rt not my friend, and I’m not thine; Long through thy weary crowds I roam; A river-ark on the ocean brine, Long I’ve been tossed like the driven foam, But now, proud world, I’m going home.
Good-by to Flattery’s fawning face, To Grandeur, with his wise grimace, To upstart Wealth’s averted eye, To supple Office low and high, To crowded halls, to court, and street, To frozen hearts, and hasting feet, To those who go, and those who come, Good-by, proud world, I’m going home.
I’m going to my own hearth-stone Bosomed in yon green hills, alone, A secret nook in a pleasant land, Whose groves the frolic fairies planned; Where arches green the livelong day Echo the blackbird’s roundelay, And vulgar feet have never trod A spot that is sacred to thought and God.
Oh, when I am safe in my sylvan home, I tread on the pride of Greece and Rome; And when I am stretched beneath the pines Where the evening star so holy shines, I laugh at the lore and the pride of man, At the sophist schools, and the learned clan; For what are they all in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet
Ralph Waldo Emerson Born: 25 May 1803, Massachusetts, USA Nationality: American Died: 27 April 1882, Massachusetts, USA
Emerson was an essayist, lecturer, philosopher, abolitionist, and poet best known for leading the transcendentalist movement of the mid-19th century. He was a champion of individualism and critical thinking as well as a prescient critic of the countervailing pressures of society and conformity