Intermission by Carol Fox Prescott
“Intermission” by Carol Fox Prescott Ourselves and myself. What’s the difference? I have been otherwise occupied. What is my way back to this wave on which the writer in me floats? The passion of an idea that must see the light of day. The excitement of discovering the words that tell the story. The delight in the way words appear on the page when I’m writing, so different from the ones that come...
Silent Conversation by Kiril Nagornyj
“Silent Conversation” by Kiril Nagornyj My art is my prayer. My return. My becoming. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Kiril Nagornyj Artist Statement: My artwork is a meditation on memory, transformation, and the sacred feminine. I work primarily with porcelain—a material that, to me, embodies both fragility and resilience. Its translucency allows...
The Green Man by Georgia Rhoades
“The Green Man” by Georgia Rhoades The crows were calling as they gathered high in the oaks, planning a raid, and after all these years, knowing they did not call to her, she only watched. But clear in her memory was that first year of market, up in the dark after tying love posies and stacking soaps and bundles of herbs, readying for packing in the pushcart. That cart like a friend, earning its dear cost...
Ghost of the Sea Gypsy by Katherine Mitchell
“Ghost of the Sea Gypsy” by Katherine Mitchell ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Katherine Mitchell Artist Statement: My creativity derives from my need to process my lived experiences. I have to be in dialogue. I get goosebumps when I listen to music. I emulate the action painters from the new York school only I’m from New Mexique. Also a poet by heart, I...
Witness by Sarah Aronson
“Witness” by Sarah Aronson It was a relief to be dominated by something without malice. — Tim Winton I sit on an unstable mound of sand and gravel, recent deposits from the receding glacier in front of me. An archway of muddy ice thaws away from a hump of bedrock. In the gap between them is a blank, dark space where meltwater falls in steady drips, a beaded curtain. The drops join the opaque torrent...
to be seen by Tonya Russell
“to be seen” by Tonya Russell ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Tonya Russell Artist Statement: My photography is a way for me to express human experiences. My deepest need is to create art.
Once, After a Torrent: Prose-Poem by Lopamudra Banerjee
“Once, After a Torrent: Prose-Poem” by Lopamudra Banerjee My love, once you had gone so far as to love the fire within me. I did not think then, some day you would burn away the fiery bird, running to and fro within my neatly feminine voice, your sensual fuel. Once, my love, you had colored me in wild hues, the red of my heart, The blue of my veins, the green of my fertile womb. Have you ever known, how I too...
Grackle Poem by Lois Harrod
“Grackle Poem” by Lois Harrod Pitch swan, know-it-all crow, oil-spill signify–– black in the bottom grass, large and lanky, long-tailed strut of tongue my murky grackle with your chunky beak–– the sun shatters your feathers bronze and blue–– ripples the opalescent Mediterranean. The darker my heart the more dash and trace. Can you see my rush my streak and hue? Yes, I am naked now black–– a village devested...
Night in Noyers by Tai Kojro-Badziak
“Night in Noyers” by Tai Kojro-Badziak ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Tai Kojro-Badziak Artist Statement: In the village, the lights go out at 10pm but the sky stays blue til about 11…. At midnight, I lie on the old stone wall by the river, listening to the quiet. The stars circle above and an owl hoots. The night envelops me in inky darkness…....
Mother, you were a seed by Anzareen Chaudhury
“Mother, you were a seed” by Anzareen Chaudhury the seed holds a banyan tree but mother you were only a seed when they treated you so harshly. you birthed me from a broken body and I was born with a broken heart which broke the more I lived and the older I grew my branches were split in thin halves and my roots never grew quite deep enough. I swayed too easily in the wind and the thunderstorms splintered me. did you...
Georgia’s Palette by Elizabeth Kenneday
“Georgia’s Palette” by Elizabeth Kenneday ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Elizabeth Kenneday Artist Statement: Artist and author Elizabeth Kenneday, an Emeritá Professor of Art at the California State University in Long Beach, is active in environmental education through art. Her artworks have been exhibited internationally, and her writings on the subject...
Indian Paintbrush by Simona Carini
“Indian Paintbrush” by Simona Carini A tuft of Indian paintbrush blooms in the fierce environment of a stretch of Northern California coast. It does not wait for a more suitable condition to materialize. It answers its call without delay. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Simona Carini Artist Statement: Born in Perugia, Italy, and a graduate of the Catholic...
Fault Line with Parrot by Diane Lucille Meyer
“Fault Line with Parrot” by Diane Lucille Meyer In the very old green sketchbook, I found a watercolor sketch of a parrot. He was a borrowed pet very noisy and very active, almost more so when he saw me attempting to paint him. I retrace my random brush strokes back to the time and place when I made this sketch and I feel his effervescence and energy as I study the piece, closely and from afar, yet when I turn the...
Shore by Lucy Aron
“Shore” by Lucy Aron Even in stillness, when you listen, there’s a heartbeat. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Lucy Aron Artist Statement: I was seduced by literature while hovering in the vicinity of my forties, and photography possessed me about a decade later. I’m self-taught in both. But I learned from a lifetime immersed in music...
The Lake Diva Briefly Considers Consequences of Heresy by L L Harper
“The Lake Diva Briefly Considers Consequences of Heresy” by L L Harper “God is a polygendered fisherperson of multi-dominational souls.” Overheard as jon boat trolls by dock on Lake Murray Sometimes the stars fall like words from the blazing lips of God who disapproves of the kindling we have become, and we burst into flame, scald moist, summer air as we burn down to charred skeletals, our path stained...
A Snowy Crossing by Catherine Martzloff
“A Snowy Crossing” by Catherine Martzloff I define my creative identity in the following way: As a creator, I’ve always been interested in working with color. I see my life as having a palette of its own and I seek to have the chroma of my experience come through in my paintings. Over time, I’ve realized the only way to achieve this goal is to risk exposure–to unveil my perceptions. Whether the...
Waves of Snow by Holly Guran
“Waves of Snow” by Holly Guran for Danielle Legros Georges The light reveals some tracks out back on dunes of ice—rabbits, squirrels, or the coydog glimpsed next door who slipped so fast below our sight. I want their marks to mean my friend has sent her love to all of us who walked with her. A death too soon, and still too new. A poet who could melt the mounds of ice with sound— her self, her...
Button Your Lip by Mimm Patterson
“Button Your Lip” by Mimm Patterson ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Mimm Patterson Artist Statement: I am a writer and a visual artist. Writing is how I compartmentalize the moments in my life that have shaped me. Visual art is how I tell the stories of my life when words cannot. Writing, for me, is ordered, like the card catalogue we used in our high...
Available Light by Sandy Coomer
“Available Light” by Sandy Coomer I’ve come to the lake to take pictures, capture first light lifting off water, an image that is more than the muted colors of a somber morning, a world worn dull with sorrow. It’s hard to find a reason to smile when all around me the edges of the good...
Unbreakable Spirit by Tina Ferguson
“Unbreakable Spirit” by Tina Ferguson What does my art mean to me: Through good times and recent hardships, art has been my therapy and my voice, allowing me to communicate emotions that words cannot capture. It is my passion, my refuge, and my way of making a meaningful impact in the world. Art saved my life. ____________________ Share your response to this work, in any form, here Tina...
Art is my taste for freedom. I drown day and day until I pick up my paintbrush once again. So, somehow, I can tell myself that you’re not stuck in this room and that the canvas is the key.
Nina Salvadoré
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