This is the program for the faculty recital featuring soprano Diana Ellis and soprano Cindy Fuller. Pianist Erica McClellan accompanied Diana Ellis and pianist Rebecca Moore assisted Rebecca Moore. This recital took place on September 3, 1998, in the W. Francis McBeth Recital Hall

Ellis, Diana

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Ouachita Baptist University Scholarly Commons @ Ouachita Faculty Performances Faculty Publications 9-3-1998 Diana Ellis and Cindy Fuller in a Faculty Recital Diana Ellis Ouachita Baptist University Cindy Fuller Ouachita Baptist University Follow this and additional works at: https://scholarlycommons.obu.edu/fac_perform  Part of the Music Education Commons, and the Music Performance Commons Recommended Citation Ellis, Diana and Fuller, Cindy, "Diana Ellis and Cindy Fuller in a Faculty Recital" (1998). Faculty Performances. 49. https://scholarlycommons.obu.edu/fac_perform/49 This Program is brought to you for free and open access by the Faculty Publications at Scholarly Commons @ Ouachita. It has been accepted for inclusion in Faculty Performances by an authorized administrator of Scholarly Commons @ Ouachita. For more information, please contact mortensona@obu.edu. Ouachita Baptist University Bernice Young Jones School of Fine Arts Division of Music presents Diana Ellis Soprano Erica McClellan Piano and Cindy Fuller Soprano Rebecca Moore Piano ma Faculty Recital Thursday, September 37 1998 7:30 p. m. W. Francis McBeth Recital Hall Mabee Fine Arts Center Program Fiancailles pour rire Francis Poulenc I. La dame d' Andre (1899-1963) II. Dans l'herbe III. Il vole IV. Mon cadavre est doux comme un gant VI. Fleurs Chanson triste Henri Duparc Extase (1848-1933) L' Invitation au Voyage Tosca Giacomo Puccini Vissi d'arte, vissi d' amore (1858-1924) Turandot Tu che di gel sei cinta Siete canciones populares espafiolas Manuel de Falla 1. El Pano Moruno (1876-1946) 2. Sequidilla Murcia 3. Asturiana 4. Jota 5. Nana 6. Cancion 7. Polo Allerseelen Standchen Zueignung Three Songs, Op. 45 1. Now Have I Fed and Eaten up the Rose 2. A Green Lowland of Pianos 3. 0 Boundless, Boundless Evening Sometimes I Feel Like a Motherless Child Nobody Knows de Trouble I've Seen Deep River Three Poems of James Agee How Many Little Children Sleep A Lullaby Sonnet Lakme Viens, Mallika Sous le dome epais Richard Strauss (1864-1949) Samuel Barber (1910-1981) arr. H. T. Burleigh (1866-1949) Thomas Pasatieri ( b. 1945) Leo Delibes (1836-1891) You are cordially invited to a reception in the Gallery immediately following the recital. Fiancailles pour rire (Whimsical bethrothal) I. "La Damed' Andre" (Andre's Woman Friend) Andre does not know the woman whom he took by the hand today. Has she a heart for the tomorrows, and for the evening has she a soul? On returning from a country ball did she go in her flowing dress to seek in the hay stacks the ring for the random betrothal? II. "Dans l'herbe" (In the Grass) I can say nothing more nor do anything for him. He died for this beautiful one he died abeautiful death outside under the tree of the Law in deep silence in open countryside in the grass. III. "II vole" (He flies) As the sun is setting it is reflected in the polished surface ofmy table it is the round cheese of the fable in the break of my silver scissors. But where is the crow? It flies. I should like to sew but a magnet attracts all my needles. On the square the skittle players pass the time with game after game. But where is my lover? He flies. I have a thief for a lover, the crow flies and my lover steals, Was she afraid, when night fell haunted by the ghosts of the past, in her garden, when winter entered by the wide avenue? He loved her for her color, for her Sunday good humor. Will she fade on the white leaves of his album of better days? He died unnoticed crying out in his passing calling calling me. But as soon as I was far from him and because his voice no longer carried he died along in the woods beneath the tree of his childhood. And I can say nothing more nor do anything for him. the thief of my heart breaks his word and the thief of the cheese is not here. But where is happiness? It flies. I weep under the weeping willow I mingle my tears with its leaves I weep because I want to be desired and I am not pleasing to my thief. But where then is love? It flies. Find the thyme for my lack of reason and by the roads of the countryside bring me back my flighty lover who takes hearts and drives me mad. I wish that my thief would steal me. IV. "Mon cadavre est doux comme un gant" (My Corpse is as Limp as a Glove) My corpse is as limp as a glove limp as a glove of glace kid And my two hidden pupils make two white pebbles of my eyes. Two white pebbles in my face two mutes in the silence Still shadowed by a secret and heavy with the burden of things seen. My fingers so often straying Are joined in a saintly pose V. "Violon" (Violin) Enamored couple with the misprized accents the violin and its player please me. Ah! I love these wailings long drawn out on the cord of uneasiness. VI. "Fleurs" (Flowers) Promise flowers, flowers held in your arms flowers sprung from the parenthesis of a step who brought you these flowers in winter powdered with the sand of the seas? resting on the hollow of my groans at the center of my arrested heart. And my two feet are the mountains the last two hills I saw at the moment when I lost the race that the years win. I still resemble myself children bear away the memory quickly, go, go, my life is done. My corpse is as limp as a glove. In chords on the cords of the hanged at the hour when the Laws are silent the heart, formed like a strawberry, Offers itself to love like an unknown fruit. Sand of your kisses, flowers of faded loves the beautiful eyes are ashes and in the fireplace a heart be-ribboned with sighs burns with its treasured pictures. Chan.son triste (Sad Song) In your heart there sleeps a moonlight, A soft moonlight of summer. And to escape this troublesome life I shall drown myself in your light. I shall forget the past sorrows, my love, When you will cradle my sad heart and my thoughts In the loving stillness of your arms! You will let my wounded head, Oh! sometimes rest on your knees, And you will recite a ballad That will seem to speak of us, And in your eyes filled with sadness, In your eyes then I shall drink So many kisses and tender caresses That perhaps I shall recover. Extase (Ecstasy) On a pale lily my heart is asleep In a slumber sweet like death ... Exquisite death, death perfumed By the breath of my beloved .. . On your pale bosom my heart is asleep In a slumber sweet like death ... L'Invitation au Voyage (The Invitation to a Voyage) My child, by sister, Think how sweet it would be To go down there, to live together, To love free from care, To love and to die In the land that resembles you! The moist suns Of these misty skies, To my mind, have the charm, So mysterious, Of you treacherous eyes, Sparkling through their tears. There, everything is order and beauty, Luxury, calm and pleasure! See on these canals The sleeping boats That capriciously like to roam; 'Tis to satisfy Your slightest wish They have come from the ends of the world. The setting suns Again clothe the fields, The canals, the whole town, With hyacinth and gold; The world falls asleep In a warm light! There everything is order and beauty, Luxury, calm and pleasure! To-is-si d arte) "In the scenes preceding this famous aria Floria Tosca, faithful lover of the painter Mario and a celebrated opera singer, has seen her life undergo extreme changes in an incredibly short time. One hour ago she was singing a cantata at the queen ' s court. Since then, she has seen Mario in chains, tortured, and led off to the gallows; she has barely been able to repluse the physical assault of the odious police chief Scarpia; and now she faces the prospect of having to yield to him in order to save Mario's life. Violent scenes and violent emotions have buffeted the stage and the actors unceasingly for a long while. Now there is a sudden silence, for even the relentless Scarpia has to pause, and Tosca, prostrate and bewildered, tries to find her bearings in this new, confused world. Where did she go wrong? Is all this sudden misery the result of some guilt of hers? Why does the Lord punish her in such a horrible way? Those questions are the burden of the aria." I lived of art, I lived of love, I never harmed a living soul. With a furtive hand, In any misery I knew of, I gave help .. Always, with sincere faith, my prayer rose to the holy tabernacles, Always with sincere faith did I put flowers at the altars . . . in the hour of sorrow, why, why; Lord, why do you reward me thus? I gave jewels for the Madonna's mantle, and gave my song to the stars, to the sky, which then smiled more beautifully... in the hour of sorrow, why, why, Lord why do you reward me thus? Turandot (Tu che di gel sei cinta) Calaf has answered Princess Turandot's riddles and has won the right to marry her which infuriates and terrifies her. In concession, he has told her that if she can learn his name before dawn he will still forfeit his life. Timur and Liu are tortured, but neither reveals the name. In defiance, Liu tells the Princess that she loves Calaf and her silence will be the final gift of that love. At the end of the aria, she seizes the dagger of a solider and stabs herself . . You, who with ice are girded, conquered by so much burning passion, you will love him-you too! Before this dawn I, weary, will close my eyes so that he may be victorious again ... he may be victorious again . . . so as never to see him again! Siete canciones populares espafiolas (Seven Spanish Popular Songs) 1. "El Pafio Moruno" (The Moorish Cloth) is based on a celebrated ancient folk song of Murcia. An exotic Moorish rhythm is found in the accompaniment. On the thin Moorish cloth in the store. For less price it is sold, On the thin Moorish cloth in the store. For less price it is sold, A stain was found, Because it lost its value, A stain was found; Because it lost its value. 2. "Sequidilla Murcia" (Sequidilla from Murcia). The sequidilla is a popular dance form in quic~ triple time from the south of Spain, as well as an ancient Castilian dance and folk poem. Murcia is a maritime province in southeast Spain Anyone who has the roof of glass Has of glass anyone the roof Has of glass, ought not to throw Rocks at the neighbor. Muleteers we are; It may be that in the road, It may be that in the road, We may meet one another. Because of your great inconsistency I compare you, I compare you Because of your great inconstancy I compare you To a peseta that passes from hand to hand. Which finally is smeared And believing it counterfeit And believing it counterfeit Nobody takes it! Nobody takes it! 3. "Asturiana" (Asturian Song) is a plaintive melody from Asturias in northern Spain, a province of the highlands. The bagpipe is an indigenous instrument to the area. In order to see if it might console me, Seeing me cry, it cried. I approached a green pine And, since it was green, In order to see if it might console me, Seeing me cry, it cried. 4. "Jota" (Jota). A "jota" is one of the most widely known Spanish dance-song forms and is especially popular in Aragon and Navarre, where it is a part of cultural rituals. It is usually accompanied by guitar, castanets, or other insturments which are cleverly suggested in the piano accompaniment. They say that we don't love each other. They say that we don't love each other Because they don't see us speak. To your heart and to mine They are able to ask it. They say that we don't love each other Because they don't see us speak. Now I say farewell to you. Now I say farewell to you. To your home, your window And although I may not love your mother, farewell, Little girl, until tomorrow. Farewell, little girl, until tomorrow Now I say farewell you Although I may not love your mother. 5. "Nana" (Lullaby) is an Andalusian cradle song that Falla heard as a child. Sleep, little boy, sleep, sleep, my soul, Sleep, little morning star. Lullaby, lullaby, Lullaby, lullaby, Sleep, little morning star. 6. "Cancion" (Song) is a charming love. What traitors, your eyes! I am going to inter/survive them. You don't know what it costs, "Of the air" Little girl, looking at. "Mother, at the border" Little girl, looking at. "Mother." They say that you don't love me, And that you have loved me. They say that you don't love me, And that you have loved me. Go away my gain "Of the air," For the madly in love, "Mother, at the border" For the madly in love. "Mother." 7. "Polo" (Polo) is a gypsy-like "cantejondo," an Andalusian flamenco song- a highly emotional, tragic song originated by prisoners and considered the most primitive source of Spanish music, which was adopted by the gypsies of the 19th century. I keep a .. . Ay! I keep a Ay! I keep a pain in my chest I keep a pain in my chest Ay! Which to no one will I tell. Ill-starred now the love, Ill-starred now the love, Ill-starred now the love, Ay! And who make me to understand it! Ay! ·Allerseelen (All Soul's Day) Place on the table the fragrant mignonettes, Bring here the last of red asters, And let us speak again of love, As long ago in May. Give me the hand that I may secretly clasp it, And if it is observed by others, I will not mind; Give me orie of your sweet glances, As long ago in May, Today each grave is flowering and fragrant, Once a year is All soul's Day, -Come to my heart that I again may have you, As long ago in May. Standchen (Serenade) Open very quietly, my child, Awake no one from his slumber, The brook hardly murmurs; there scarcely flutters in the wind A leaf, in the bushes or hedges, Quietly, therefore, my sweet, so that nothing is stirred, Quietly, lay your hand on the door knob. With steps as gentle as those of elves About to hop o'er the flowers, Slip out quietly into the moonlit night, And fly to me in the garden. The flowers slumber about the rippling brook And exhale fragrances in their sleep; only love is awake. Sit down, here the shadows grow mysteriously dark Under the linden trees; The nightingale above our heads Shall dream of our kisses, And the rose, upon awakening in the morning, Shall glow with the rapture of the night. Zueignung (Devotion) Ah, you know it, dear soul, That, far from you, I languish, Love causes hearts to ache -' To you my thanks! Once, drinking to freedom, I raised the amethyst cup, And you blessed the drink, -To you my thanks! You exorcised the evil spirits in it, So that I, as never before ' Cleansed and freed, sank upon your breast, To you my thanks! Lakme Lakme: Come Mallika! See the creepers in flower already cast a shadow upon the sacred stream that makes a gentle music, now attuned to the song of awakening birds! Mallika: Dear mistress! This hour when I behold you smiling is one of gladness, for I can read the secrets locked within the heart of Lakme! Duet: Here is harmony, loveliness, all our senses enthralling. And the rivulet, gently munnuring, all contentment recalling; sweet and low hear it, ah, hear it call to us; come then and fall before enchantment, lulled into surrender, while overhead birds are on the wings, birds make melody, singing gaily. Here is harmony, here is loveliness, all our senses enthralling! .,akme: Yet in my heart a new fear has arisen, I know not why; if my father has gone where the faithless may seize him, I tremble, alas, for his life. Mallika: Kindly Ganessa will surely protect him. Come to the stream where the swans are at play, and preen their snowy white wings, there will we gather lotus blooms. Lakme: Yes, near the swans with snowy white wings we' 11 gather lotus blooms in flower. Duet: Here is harmony, loveliness, all our senses enthralling, and the rivulet, gently munnuring, all contentment recalling! Sweet and low hear it, ah, hear it call to us; come then and fall before enchantment, lulled into surrender, while overhead birds are on the wing, birds make melody, singing gaily. Here is harmony, here is loveliness, all our senses enthralling! Ah! ~Allerseelen (All Soul's Day) Place on the table the fragrant mignonettes, Bring here the last of red asters, And let us speak again of love, As long ago in May. Give me the hand that I may secretly clasp it, And if it is observed by others, I will not mind; Give me orie of your sweet glances, As long ago in May, Today each grave is flowering and fragrant, Once a year is All soul's Day, -Come to my heart that I again may have you, As long ago in May. Stiindchen (Serenade) Open very quietly, my child, Awake no one from his slumber, The brook hardly munnurs; there scarcely flutters in the wind A leaf, in the bushes or hedges, Quietly, therefore, my sweet, so that nothing is stirred, Quietly, lay your hand on the door knob. With steps as gentle as those of elves About to hop o'er the flowers, Slip out quietly into the moonlit night, And fly to me in the garden. The flowers slumber about the rippling brook And exhale fragrances in their sleep; only love is awake. Sit down, here the shadows grow mysteriously dark Under the linden trees; The nightingale above our heads Shall dream of our kisses, And the rose, upon awakening in the morning, Shall glow with the rapture of the night. Zueignung (Devotion) Ah, you know it, dear soul, That, far from you, I languish, Love causes hearts to ache -' To you my thanks! Once, drinking to freedom, I raised the amethyst cup, And you blessed the drink, -To you my thanks! You exorcised the evil spirits in it, So that I, as never before, Cleansed and freed, sank upon your breast, To you my thanks! The Artists Diana Ellis has as served Instructor of Voice on the faculty of the Bernice Young Jones School of Fine Arts, Division of Music, at Ouachita Baptist University since 1990. In addition to studio vocal instruction, she teaches Foreign Language Diction for Singers and directs the Praise Singers. She holds the Bachelor of Mu.sic Education Degree from Louisiana College, the Master of Mu.sic Degree from Mississippi College, and is currently pursuing the Doctor of Musical Arts in Vocal Performance at the University of North Texas. Mrs. Ellis's recital performances include programs presented at Louisiana College, East Texas Baptist University, The University of Arkansas at Little Rock, and numerous faculty concerts at OBU. Her operatic performances include leading roles in productions of La Traviata7 La Boheme7 and Trial ByJury. She was most recently featured as soprano soloist in the Southwest Arkansas Arts Council presentation of Messiah. Mrs. Ellis is the 1997 recipient of the Arkansas Federation Music Club Marie Smallwood Thomas Award. She is a native of Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, and resides in Arkadelphia, Arkansas, with her husband, Bill, and their two children, Emily and Brett. Cindy Fuller is Instructor of Voice and Music Education at Ouachita. She is in frequent demand as a clinician for both elementary sch and church music conferences and workshops. This past spring sh served as guest clinician for the All-City Elementary School Hono Chorus in Texarkana, Arkansas. For the past five summers she has served on the faculty of Arkansas Baptist State Convention musi camps. She was recently featured as a soloist in the Southw . Arkansas Arts Council's presentation of Messiah. Mrs. Fuller enjo_ accompanying for vocal ensembles, guest artists and faculty reci at Ouachita. She also serves as church organist and children's cho· director at First Baptist Church in Arkadelphia. She is a native · Grand Prairie, Texas and resides in Arkadelphia, Arkansas with he_ husband, Charlie, and their three daughters, Becky, Rachel an Sarah. 

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