Using language as her medium, Jenny Holzer (b. 1950) has created a critically important body of work over the past three decades. Her texts have appeared in nontraditional media such as posters and electronic signs, billboards and T-shirts, and most recently as dematerialized, luminous projections on surfaces as different as crashing ocean waves and the Louvre’s large glass pyramid.
Whether she is using her own idiomatic texts, borrowing the words of international poets, or citing formerly classified materials containing policy debates, battle plans, and testimonies of American soldiers and detainees in U.S. custody, Holzer works between the public and private, the body politic and the body, the universal and the particular. Always timely, she provides a range of opinions, attitudes, and voices in works infused with formal beauty, sensitivity, and power.
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Jenny Holzer’s pioneering approach to language as a carrier of content and her use of nontraditional media and public settings as vehicles for that content make her one of the most interesting and significant artists working today. Alternating between fact and fiction, the public and the private, the universal and the particular, Holzer’s work offers an incisive social and psychological portrait of our times
This was originally horse racing parlance. A dark horse was one that wasn’t known to the punters and was difficult to place odds on. The figurative use later spread to other fields and has come to apply to anyone who comes under scrutiny but is previously little known.
Benjamin Disraeli provides the earliest known reference to the phrase in The Young Duke, 1831:
"A dark horse, which had never been thought of … rushed past the grand stand in sweeping triumph."
The figurative use seems first to have been taken up when referring to the candidates for academic preferment:
The Saturday Review, 1860 - “A Headship … often given by the College conclaves to a man who has judiciously kept himself dark.”
Sketches from Cambridge, 1865 - “Every now and then a dark horse is heard of, who is supposed to have done wonders at some obscure small college.”
She passes the days one after the other She never sees, she never hears Counting the hours, her life is a rerun A series of failures rolled into one.
When she was young she looked towards the future Eyes full of promise, a heart filled with joy How had her road twisted so harshly Can these two women be one and the same?
Once she dreamed of romance Once she imagined she lived in a castle Once she held the world in her hands Once was a long time ago, Far far away.
How her mind aches, her life’s been a hard one Filled with such sorrow, no girl should know How her heart aches, she’s loves and she’s lost Some say its better, but she disagrees…
Once she dreamed of romance Once she imagined she lived in a castle Once she held the world in her hands, Once was a long time ago, Far far away-when she was young she looked towards the future Eyes full of promise, a heart filled with joy How had her road twisted so harshly Can these two women be one and the same?
She passes the days one after the other… Looking for answers Far far away