Words of the Water by Shelly Smithson
“Words of the Water” by Shelly Smithson A fleet of waves skims along the bay making for shore in unison goldlit by the fingers of nectarine fanning out across a fearless sky at dusk the rush of sound silences even the seagulls crests of white foam churn under as the shoreline draws near Perhaps this is perfection this breathless coda to the day wrapped in the crepe of sunset I cannot breathe into this beauty...
Dama Gladiola by Lyndia Radice
“Dama Gladiola” by Lyndia Radice ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Lyndia Radice Artist Statement: Throughout my life, I have drawn, painted, and taken photographs. Music and art are essential parts of my spiritual practice: I strive to see that which matters. I use a mirror reflection technique to photograph plants, rocks, trees, and creatures. These...
Overcomers – Now and in the Future by Tania Martin
“Overcomers – Now and in the Future” by Tania Martin We mined our histories with feathers. We remembered the lies that blew out the light. We owned our partial blindness. We owned our imprisoned hopes. One of us kicked in her own blood, another wandered in the valley of the shadows, another carried water for others while dying of thirst. Some of us witnessed demons; others, the blood-letting of fake love. All...
Heart Pebbles by Kathleen Schlarb
“Heart Pebbles” by Kathleen Schlarb ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Kathleen Schlarb Artist Statement: Kathleen Mannix Schlarb is an artist, poet, writer born September 16th,1948, third child of Edgar P. Mannix, Jr. MD and Elizabeth A. Lindquist Mannix. She was raised in Manhasset, NY. She majored in Art at University of Dayton, Ohio, graduated in 1971...
Salacia by Kathy Harmon-Luber
“Salacia” by Kathy Harmon-Luber ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Kathy Harmon-Luber Artist Statement: I’m a best-selling author; award-winning, internationally exhibited artist/photographer; published, award-winning poet; shamanic practitioner; certified sound healing practitioner; Reiki Master; light worker; astrologer; and nature girl. Through my...
Waves From a Sunset by Marianne Murdock
“Waves From a Sunset” by Marianne Murdock ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Marianne Murdock Artist Statement: Marianne Murdock is a published author, poet, and photographer: RANCH DOG, A Tribute to the Working Dog in the American West. Willow Creek Pres, 2000, and is also a published songwriter, having songs placed with publishers in both Nashville and...
Sometimes We Meet by Rochelle Shicoff
“Sometimes We Meet” by Rochelle Shicoff ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Rochelle Shicoff Artist Statement: I have been creating visual art, looking at it, thinking about it, talking about it since receiving an easel at 6 years of age. It is the passionate thread that runs through my life. My observations have resulted in paintings, printmaking, collages...
Eve by Ellen Peckham
“Eve” by Ellen Peckham Suddenly sentient but unaware of who she is or where. First sense of being, her skin, as her hair caresses, her feet touch moss. Yet aware of purpose and curious. She meanders, reaching, fingering, tasting. Attracted to some drifting objects, she gathers them. Feathers molted (though there are not yet word for it) and binds them in vines; a cape. Her first act of creation....
Untitled by Ellen Peckham
“Untitled” by Ellen Peckham ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Ellen Peckham Artist Statement: Ellen Peckham, visual artist, poet and memoirist…frequently uses both art forms in a single work, the text decorating and explicating, the image illuminating.
Sheltering by Clare Olivares
“Sheltering” by Clare Olivares ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Clare Olivares Artist Statement: My artwork is inspired by the lyricism of the natural world. Themes I explore are time, memory and place. I create using acrylics, watercolors and inks on canvas and paper. My portfolio includes paintings, text-based art and writings. Both my paintings and writings...
Winter Self by Florence Ladd
“Winter Self” by Florence Ladd Winter lies too long in country towns; stays on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen, Willa Cather in My Antonia Have I, like winter in a country town, stayed on too long? Growing old, have I grown stale and sullen? My attire Is a matter of rapt attention, but am I seen as shabby? Perhaps my over-told anecdotes gone stale. I could Refresh those stories with more...
Softly, Imperceptibly by Narges Nematpour
“Softly, Imperceptibly” by Narges Nematpour It slips between her delicate fingers, Rushes to kiss the bare ground The dream which she had been preparing to live. Once it failed to see the light of day, Her envisioned fantasy evaporated into nothingness. As if into the midst of Poseidon’s kingdom, Her head was pushed And held down to inhale all the sorrow. More agonizingly, even, She was expected to exhale...
Once Upon a Time by Joan Roberts Garcia
“Once Upon a Time” by Joan Roberts Garcia ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Joan Roberts Garcia Artist Statement: “Once Upon a Time” reflects the conflicts of a mother of grown children. A statement on the past and present. I spent many years as a young woman in Mexico City, which literally colored my art. I was drawn to the frontality of the walls, and am...
In the Beginning, A Woman with a Voice by Elizabeth Troyer
“In the Beginning, A Woman with a Voice” by Elizabeth Troyer When I was younger, I thought holiness looked quiet. I thought a good woman was one who lowered her eyes, softened her opinions, and learned how to disappear with grace. I thought faith meant becoming smaller so God could become larger, as if the Lord of heaven and earth required the erasure of women in order to be seen. The women I watched...
How to Say Fish by Shari Zollinger
“How to Say Fish” by Shari Zollinger I’d already mastered chopsticks you’d already freed...
Quilting My Mothers by Karen Henninger
“Quilting My Mothers” by Karen Henninger ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Karen Henninger Artist Statement: Creative Artist of Life Visionary Visual Artist Writer
she began to think of herself as a vessel by Carrie Nassif
“she began to think of herself as a vessel” by Carrie Nassif she began to think of herself as a vessel, an organic container, a vesicle. a fluid-filled tube crafted of ancient earth and its ancestors. pictured herself stretching from mycelian roots, reaching, willing, growing toward the star mothers who live light years above, the future entangled in the now. imagined that we were each these self-same...
What I’ve Become (A Cento All My Own) by Barbra Nightingale
“What I’ve Become (A Cento All My Own)” by Barbra Nightingale Here I am: the kind of woman who slakes a thirst no longer dry, casts pins to the wind though nothing sticks to air. I am black coal squeezed a lifetime. My eyes diamond light. I cannot look away, wear you on my hand. Your smile beamed photons the night when the mercury slithered like a black snake, a night whose edge is...
Persephone Picks Lilacs by Paula Sergi
“Persephone Picks Lilacs” by Paula Sergi Imagine sucking the blossom, subtle taste of grape. She’s dreamed lovers entwined and misses her husband. Pale morning light drives her to the garden where robins pull red earthworms from the ground. They look confused. It’s colder than the sun had promised. Who grafted these flowering trees, one branch white popcorn fluff, the other screaming pink? The gardener...
What Does My Art Mean to Me by Karel Sloane-Boekbinder
“What Does My Art Mean to Me” by Karel Sloane-Boekbinder She built her wings out of her cage fashioned them carefully from ribs of iron each rib stripped patiently rivet by rivet then reshaped to bend in the wind no wax was added she did not need Icarus to tell her this fabric instead patches from the quilts of her Grandmothers’ resourcefulness stitched with the precision of her Grandfathers’ hands she built...
