Thank you Axel Red for sharing your hero.
Jeanna Criscitiello works with text, sound, performance, and research to weave multi-voiced narratives that dismantle stereotypes and reframe the histories of feminine identity
Her artistic approach—rooted in the production of spoken word and text-based compositions—involves intense periods of research, closely studying a wide range of sources. Criscitiello’s work thrives on material including feminist and queer theory; Greek myths, fables and folk literature; histories of art, design, and architecture; poetry, and astrology. Distilling these inputs through the prism of her critical gaze, with a focus on the female and feminist experience, the artist creates generous live performative works and open-ended collaborations. Jeanna Criscitiello manifests her artistic enquiries onstage in both a criticism of mainstream culture as a vessel for patriarchal doctrine and a celebration of its détournement as a tool for deeper reflection.
For more information about the artist - jeannacriscitiello.com
Photo : Serge Leblon
I’m a spider-woman. A master spinner. I got the head, the body, make the strongest man weak. I’m a queen. Protector of the throne, maker of the home.
I got the Royalty see. I ain’t no second class bitch. So you can’t talk no shit, just cause you can’t get with this! Odysseus… my one and only. Twenty years gone, fighting for fame and glory, but our love is Epic so he’ll be back to tell the story.
Til then, I’m gonna bide my time, spin my rhymes, and work the loom like magic cause a woman ain’t helpless and tragic.
Alone I raise our son while I sing your praise. Faithful, loyal to our love I weave at night to keep them from calling. I weave at night. I got a son to raise. A land to rule. A husband to mourn. Scrubs to scorn. So just watch me while I weave it good, you can’t stop me cause I’m working it like you wish you could. So sit back and see how it’s done. Round and round and up and down. My web don’t catch no flies. It’s called Ithaca and it’s my paradise. Mountains to the east, and surf to the west. I rule the land with dignity and class. Livin’ the life fit for a Queen cause I made it with my silky body sheen. I’m going down in history, the icon, the myth, beauty, skills and loyalty. So next time you find my web, remember my story and whisper ITHACA.
And maybe one day, I let you in…