The Q | immersion
immersion Q: Who do we aspire to become within this sacred creative space?*Responses will be curated and may be shared with permission.Permission* Yes, I give my permission Show Full AgreementBy submitting your response, you are granting AROHO permission for possible publication – in whole or excerpts – in WAVES, which is also archived on our website and may be shared on social platforms.Name* First Last Address* State / Province /...
The Deepest Place
Without darkness, nothing comes to birth, As without light, nothing flowers. May Sarton ___________________________ The Q: How do we recover treasure from the deepest places, the bathys? Share Your Response Here ___________________________ The bathys holds what we’ve buried too deep— loss, love, and memory’s wreckage. Descend, unafraid, and return with radiant fragments only an artist...
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...