O PASTOR ANIMARUM

"O Pastor Animarum" antiphon chant by Hildegard von Bingen (1098~1179), a visionary abbess, composer, and mystic of the 12th century. Performed by Bora Yoon and Ben Frost (organ / churchbells) at the Church of the Ascension, NYC. ( (( PHONATION )) ) record release, November 20th, 2008.

Original costume design by Ruth Pongstaphone & Josh Schwartz of 2017.

O Pastor animarum,
et o prima vox,
perquam omnes creati sumus,
nunc tibi,
tibi placeat,
ut degneris nos liberare
de miseriis et languoribus nostris.

O Shepherd of souls
and o first voice
through whom all creation was summoned,
now to you,
to you may it give pleasure and dignity
to liberate us
from our miseries and languishing.

www.borayoon.com
www.ethermachines.com

SONS NOUVEAUX

Bora Yoon is a multi-instrumentalist, composer and performer, who creates architectural soundscapes from everyday found objects, chamber instruments and digital devices. Yoon—who’s been featured on the front page of The Wall Street Journal for her musical innovations—explores where sound connects to the subliminal through the timbres of the human voice, viola, water, Tibetan singing bowls, radios, cell phones, metronomes, music boxes, glockenspiel, guitar, found sounds, custom-built instruments, electronics, and antiquated audio technology. Using a sound designer’s approach to performance composition that is steered by a penchant for a song, she can ably tune to sizzling bacon fat and harmonize to the whir of a G5, creating music that plays with sensory associations and spatial idiosyncrasies, with much spontaneity and little regard to the classifying genres of instrumentation.

SOMBRA DE OJOS VERDES

2007-2009 óleo/lienzo 162 x 195 cm

INSTALLATION

Society of Illustrators

AL CUMPLIR MIS 36 AÑOS

Por Lord Byron:

¡Calma, corazón, ten calma!
¿A qué lates, si no abates
ya ni alegras a otra alma?
¿A qué lates?

Mi vida, verde parral,
dio ya su fruto y su flor,
amarillea, otoñal,
sin amor.

Más no pongamos mal ceño!
¡No pensemos, no pensemos!
Démonos al alto empeño
que tenemos.

Mira: Armas, banderas, campo
de batalla, y la victoria,
y Grecia. ¿No vale un lampo
de esta gloria?

¡Despierta! A Hélade no toques,
Ya Hélade despierta está.
Invócate a ti. No invoques
más allá

Viejo volcán enfriado
es mi llama; al firmamento
alza su ardor apagado.
¡Ah momento!

Temor y esperanza mueren.
Dolor y placer huyeron.
Ni me curan ni me hieren.
No son. Fueron.

¿A qué vivir, correr suerte,
si la juventud tu sien
ya no adorna? He aquí tu
muerte.

Y está bien.
Tras tanta palabra dicha,
el silencio. Es lo mejor.
En el silencio ¿no hay dicha?
y hay valor.

Lo que tantos han hallado
buscar ahora para ti:
una tumba de soldado.
Y hela aquí.

Todo cansa todo pasa.
Una mirada hacia atrás,
y marchémonos a casa.
Allí hay paz.

Versión de Enrique Álvarez Bonilla

EL BESO

(destruido) 2002 acrílico y óleo/lienzo 100 x 81 cm

MATERIA MAYA

"What is mind? No matter; what is matter? Never mind. Qué es la mente? No importa (no es materia). Qué es la materia? No importa (nunca es mente)."

Antonio Maya / Ignacio Ruiz Quintano

STANDING STILL

1997-2008 mixta/papel 25 x 20 cm

10 NEUROTICS

www.blacktapeforabluegirl.com

LIFE AFTER BLACK

"I do them for me… but they are for you too. Always have been. It’s the illustrator in me.

Trying to communicate…

Years of working for (every body) and wired to figure out what’s going on? in a particular situation… Subtle things, contradictory things. Multiple layers of meaning…

Couldn’t make sense of a lot of things (I report that).

Put it all down so we can look at it. See any thing you recognize?

Hey, it’s the old ‘life examined’ motif, isn’t it, Socrates?

The Society of Illustrators has given me the chance to share my journals with you.

Please come and check them out.

They’ve been seen by a lot of people in my travels, but never like this. It’s almost ALL of them. 100 Journals. And yeah, for and from me… for you."

June 10- July 31, 2009

The Society of Illustrators

128 East 63rd Street

New York, NY 10065