29.8.11
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~ SAND ~
Lee:
Young woman share your fire with me
My heart is cold, my soul is free
I am a stranger in your land
A wandering man, call me sand
Nancy:
Oh sir my fire is very small
It will not warm thy heart at all
But thee may take me by the hand
Hold me and I'll call thee sand
Lee:
Young woman share your fire with me
My heart is cold, my soul is free
I am a stranger in your land
A wandering man, call me sand
Nancy:
At night when stars light up the sky
Oh sir I dream my fire is high
Oh taste these lips sir if you can
Wandering man, I call thee sand
Nancy:
Oh sir my fire is burning high
If it should stop sir I would die
A shooting star has crossed my land
Wandering man
Lee:
She whispered sand
Nancy:
(Whispers) Sand
Lee:
Young woman shared her fire with me
Now warms herself with memory
I was a stranger in her land
A wandering man, she called me sand
Nancy:
He was a stranger in my land
A wandering man
Lee:
She called me sand
Young woman share your fire with me
My heart is cold, my soul is free
I am a stranger in your land
A wandering man, call me sand
Nancy:
Oh sir my fire is very small
It will not warm thy heart at all
But thee may take me by the hand
Hold me and I'll call thee sand
Lee:
Young woman share your fire with me
My heart is cold, my soul is free
I am a stranger in your land
A wandering man, call me sand
Nancy:
At night when stars light up the sky
Oh sir I dream my fire is high
Oh taste these lips sir if you can
Wandering man, I call thee sand
Nancy:
Oh sir my fire is burning high
If it should stop sir I would die
A shooting star has crossed my land
Wandering man
Lee:
She whispered sand
Nancy:
(Whispers) Sand
Lee:
Young woman shared her fire with me
Now warms herself with memory
I was a stranger in her land
A wandering man, she called me sand
Nancy:
He was a stranger in my land
A wandering man
Lee:
She called me sand
11.8.11
LOUISE NEVELSON
Louise Nevelson
Buy my work…I need the money.
Photo Hand ColoredArchival Pigment Print
Edition of 6
2009
"I don’t think of myself as a strong woman. I never even heard that word about me until recently. I always thought bluntly that I was a glamorous goddamn exciting woman. I didn’t want to be strong at anything. I wanted to have a ball on earth. […] I could have played the roll of the down-and-out artist, but I wanted to have fun, and not only fun, I think I fed on it. It was exciting. I always used to dress with a flair. And I liked to swear and I liked to drink and have romances. Well, little did they think that I’d be the one to arrive. I knew it, though. I was very sure of what I was doing. I believed in myself and I was utterly satisfied with what I believed in."
Louise Nevelson, from taped conversations that were transcribed into the book Dawns and Dusks.
Louise Nevelson (1986)
Robert Mapplethorpe
"O interesse concentrou-se na sua própria percepção pessoal do mundo, « porque aquilo que faço da minha vida é aquilo que todos fazem da sua », sendo seu objectivo revelar este mundo, apesar de, « na sua essência, a vida ser um mistério »."
Mulheres artistas nos séculos XX e XXI
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