Song: Wolves
Artist: Phosphorescent
Album: Pride
Awful thoughts.
Lyrics,
Mama there’s wolves in the house
Mama they won’t let me out
Mama they’re mating at night
Mama they wont make nice
They’re pacing and glowing bright
Their faces all snowy and white
Bury their paws in the stone
Make for my heart as their home
They tumble and fight
And they’re beautiful
On the hilltops at night
They are beautiful
Blazing with light
Is the whitest and the tallest and the biggest one
She’s muscled and fine
When she runs
They’re tearing up holes in the house
They’re tearing their claws in the ground
They’re staring with blood in their mouths
Mama they won’t let me out
They tumble and fight
And they’re beautiful
On the hilltops at night
They are beautiful
Blazing with light
Is the whitest and the tallest and the biggest one
All muscled and fine
When she runs
Mama there’s wolves in the house
Mama i tried to put them out
And mama i know you’re too wise
To wait till those wolves make nice
Berlinde De Bruyckere is an artist based in Ghent, Belgium. She specializes in sculpture in various media including wax, wood, wool, horse skin and hair, though she also works in watercolour and gouache. Her work typically deals with issues of loneliness, pain and death.
Energy and Matter by Kaisa Koljonen
Oil on canvas. 56x42cm.
“Energy turning into matter and matter into energy. And the fear of being whole with all.”
Fall (Red), 2007. Oil on canvas.
Dance Party, 2006. Oil on linen.
Rhythm 0, 1974 To test the limits of the relationship between performer and audience, Abramović developed one of her most challenging (and best-known) performances. She assigned a passive role to herself, with the public being the force which would act on her. Abramović had placed upon a table 72 objects that people were allowed to use (a sign informed them) in any way that they chose. Some of these were objects that could give pleasure, while others could be wielded to inflict pain, or to harm her. Among them were a rose, a feather, honey, a whip, scissors, a scalpel, a gun and a single bullet. For six hours the artist allowed the audience members to manipulate her body and actions. Initially, members of the audience reacted with caution and modesty, but as time passed (and the artist remained impassive) people began to act more aggressively. As Abramović described it later: “What I learned was that… if you leave it up to the audience, they can kill you.” … “I felt really violated: they cut up my clothes, stuck rose thorns in my stomach, one person aimed the gun at my head, and another took it away. It created an aggressive atmosphere. After exactly 6 hours, as planned, I stood up and started walking toward the audience. Everyone ran away, to escape an actual confrontation.”
